All I Begun
So cut me or not, it all feels the same.
There's no air to breathe.
I never felt so hollow filled with a soul,
When my heart has been burned to the bottom.
When I speak my words come out as dust,
Which leave me unfaithfully silent lost within my mind.
Memories are like pieces of glass scraping across my brain.
Making them ooze out unwantingly.
I look and crack,
I'm a map that leads nowhere.
I want to kill all of the light that we begun.
Even my own.
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