The stars in your eyes wither with each decision. I try to be the one and only, worship your existence solely, as I wait for it to stay unreal. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Let me wear down the pieces of a shading mentality. . . .
The filth of darkness they carry gathers round as it infests your humanity, projecting their scum, may tarnish the serenity that you agonized silently. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · waiting for an opportunity to become someone you can be, when the time comes, you might find a solution, quietly. . . .
The weight you carry may become your serenity. The hurtful words of others turn into something heavy. Walk your path — until you suffocate with thoughts you buried. . . .
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