(Rewritten)
My hands tough and dry.
My skin flaky and cold.
My eyes dark and rubbed raw.
My lips aggravated and cracked.
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My legs numbly frozen in place making me feel like a big disgrace,
My wrists splattered with crimson,
My hair ratty and out of place,
My feet endlessly wondering in an unknown direction,
To where they go,
I do not know.
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A infinite cascade of lies following my every step,
Every word they say filled with deceit,
My mind in a labyrinth of erratic thoughts,
Lurking beneath a tortured soul with a fake smile.
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Trying to make my legs stay upright without crumpling beneath my feet,
Pushing my legs to move to no avail,
A glance behind every thew moments at the shadow constantly looking down on me,
A cruel smile and fast collected steps always chasing at my feet.
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Footsteps mockingly trailing behind,
Without even trying to fake a sneak,
An envelope of dry dust cloaking the air,
The setting looking quiet bleak.
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A sour taste,
Trying to be bitter sweet,
Sneaking by leaving without the slightest trace,
On this barren and lonely street.
(Original version, original title: insane )
Dry hands,
Flaking skin,
Dark eyes,
Cracked lips.
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Numb legs,
Cold wrists,
Ratty hair,
Lost feet.
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Chasing lies,
Filled with deceit,
A mind of a maze,
Lurking beneath.
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Trying to stand,
Without fleet,
A constant shadow,
Chasing my feet.
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Footsteps trailing behind,
Without sneak,
Dust in the air,
Not close to sleet.
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A sour taste,
Trying to be bitter sweet,
Without a trace,
Cringing teeth.
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.Hidden in chaos.
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