Lying, cacooned, feeling ugly, and unthought of, thoughts and depression colide.
The storm stirs, not physically destroying but mentally bringing mayhem apon me.
Running away I smile and joke, even laugh- there is noone to hear me.
I am a shell filled with dust, cold and bitter, yet I have scalded many.
My shoulder, once an ocean, filled with tears from the so many faces they have fell from.
Now I am dry.
My life in the clouds playing with angels is done.
Never to collocate the two again.
I lock myself to insanity and isolation.
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needs work.
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No one is two words!
You're too deep....
It's a very odd side of you, dear....
But I love you none the less.
Claps for doing a great job of confussing me!
Haha and I honestly do like it.
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