Paint me a picture of moments so dear.
Show me the images I long to feel.
Whirl through my thoughts and spew into my veins.
Trust in my dreams and sought out my expectations.
Bring me a reason to why this chaos never blows over.
Show me there is more than what is shown, show me there is meaning.
The insecurities I withhold are so self-righteous they need no one
to believe in them, for they believe in themselves.
Break them apart and tear them down until there is nothing left,
nothing but poor defenseless me. Leave me to battle them, while
I am bruised and naked, battered and lifeless.
I am everything they have always wished for.
I am what they need me to be.
They need to defeat me.
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this is really deep
i feel the emotion
overall: a reallllllllly good read
keep it up =)
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This is very good, In line 4 though, its a bit awkward where you say "and sought out my expectations" I'm not quite sure how to tell you to fix it though.
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