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Your invitation


It’s like your just a figment of my imagination 

Snuck in my mind

Just to find out 

There’s no limitation 

To how deep this gets

Who gave you the invitation 

To see past my rips

To see past my scars 

Do you even know who you are?

Studying my every move 

Just to see how my mind functions

You see 

These scars come with assumptions 

Lost in a world 

I didn’t mean to cause destruction 

You see

I just hate to be alone 

I’m used to walking through the 

valley of death 

With fractured bones 

And no where to mentally call home

You should’ve thought twice 

Before entering my dome

This isn’t a place of safety

Shit it’s my mind

And I’m still trying to save me 

 

 

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