pain is a beautiful thing

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cold, crashing waves are making our feet numb
breathless shivers come out of our blue lips

we'll stay submerged in the water of our fallacies
even if our lungs cry out in despair

sticking our hands into the glass ridden sand
cutting deep into our scars but we'd say it's alright

colored bandaids with our favorite cartoon characters
riddle our skin like tattoos to cover up the lies of our youth

hands on wine bottles, fingers laced with powder
each inhale is another hour of pretend

how many more times will you put yourself through it?
pain is beauty but is pain worth that same beauty?

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