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wondering how


i thought being here

unconscious, on the floor

would open the door to your reality

but you beating me to the door 

and shutting it in my face, 

all i thought was to adore,

cause my

minds all wrapped up 

tied up in its core.

 

we hit a wall,

watched it fall,

down, all the way

to the ground,

into a new realm

seamlessly in our helm.

 

i asked you for help,

to pull me out of my mind,

but you were a new kind,

and i don't know why i was so blind

to your toxin, 

it was such a sin.

 

the blood poured 

and spilled

and endangered

our lives, and our bonds,

control the flow of my veins

bringing it through

all the way to you.

 

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i'm a mediocre human who just does his best. i tend to be a grammar nazi unless its my poems. don't exactly know why. i think im nice but who really knows right?

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