Smooth skin,
Unmarred and untouched.
Skin filled with sin,
Ugly and violated.
It's easy to lose control,
When everything's wrong.
It's hard to stay sane,
When seconds feel long.
When science can't explain,
And math can't be solved,
Everything will be based on emotion,
And nothing will be resolved.
I know it's not great, but it's what came to mind.
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Pleas and Cries
PoetryPoetry and thoughts. This is sometimes like a little diary for me, so there will occasionally be stuff about my personal life.
