PARASITES INTERTWINE BETWEEN MY RIBS AND BLOOM FROM MY HEART. PHANTOMS CRAWL INSIDE MY CRANIUM, DROWNING MY FRONTAL CORTEX IN DEPRESSANTS. LIGHT CAN'T BREAK THROUGH MY EYES CAUSING GREY TO BE MY SPECTRUM. I'LL LIVE INSIDE MY HEAD LIKE A CLOSET LUNATIC. I CAN'T WAKE BECAYSE THIS ISN'T A DREAM. STILL I WANT TO WAKE UP...
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Sunset
RandomI dive into the sun, searching for peachy summers. ~~~ A collection of distorted short stories.
