Fixed
Your words are fuel to my ears,
thats what i tell myself to annihilate the pain
locked in a 4 by 4 box suffocated by the razor blades
surfacing the broken scared skin.
PAUSE! FIXED!
sweet nectar of delicate melody's
lift,BRIGHTEN,swip me off my feet
yet lay my soul down for peace
FIXED
numbed by the notes passed through my canal
blanked by colorful terms on my canvas
conditions i choose not to follow
judged not by thy actions
FIXED
carefully decided what to inspire the crowd with
Fixed by silence
Lost by substance
Found by music
FIXED
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