Don’t know what lies beyond the skies so I fear the day that I might die and hide behind the dark from illuminating light constantly battling a bad shame from right I struggle to suffer and survive like a lover on knees pleading to be taken for their worse or better needs painfully traversing broken glass on the proverbial streets of unconscious mind wandering with heart held out compassionately yet blind but words to speak lay fucking weak like freedom not free of its disease and viral are the strings attached to me heavy they pull me up to stand beside myself complexities but the only way to try is be even if there is a tunnel at the end of my light even if happiness lasts for one night the memory of me will always be
~PsyqSol
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