The past is immutable
The past is immutable
They harness each theorem from my mind
I was Never able to fantasize about the good I was brought up in hell and now I’m sitting at the gate screaming for help out now I’ll never know what has happened because from where I am I can’t reach it everything in me and around me is numb I don’t feel anything anymore and I know that this numbness is the thing that will destroy me it cuts deeper and deeper into me every day knowing I can’t view it this early from a girl who’s never seen heaven but may have felt it before doesn’t understand the true meaning of herself
Its the devil in my head creating words I never said
To captivate my mind until it’s time to destroy the vessel that once came and held this ship
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