It’s as vivid and livid as life looking for better beating my chest with regret to finding a mess of my less then holy thoughts to saving my soul. It’s like taking what I know how I feel is somewhat right in some way that I fight for that day when I thought this would never come to pass. It’s like pressing my flesh against my sight and I don't mind if I go blind that I bend my body back to feel the flow of my skin just the sacrifice needed to see peace eternally within. It’s throwing plates and screaming late to the 2a but being always a mother for the nights while fucking the bills and kissing my kids. It’s crying in corners in fear of circles when all the worlds a sphere surrounded around a curvature strapped in a trap while white walls will leave some numb but to me nothing is less then this much and I can't take it, so I steal for the rush of some freedom from my pain just another less then lovely way that a woman goes insane.
~PsyqSol
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