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About Me
my name means flames that crawl down your face and ruin your night it's when you laugh so hard you break your spine but then realize you never had one in the first place it's when you beg God to make an optimist out of a suicidal headcase it's when you sit and think "what's wrong with me" it's shades of blue in the minor key. the color of the sky, the warmth of sun and the way she lovingly lights up the moon the stars and the clouds, it reminds me of the sound of chains hitting the ground the sound of goliath tumbling down, the way the earth shook as the prison walls gave in. it reminds me of the beginning. in any case, it's beautiful. even Heaven sighs. my favorite poets: speak not in stanzas but in verses. they speak in major and minor keys, requiems concertos and symphonies. they speak in the secret chord that David played, and it pleased the Lord. but you don't really care for music, do you? you'll often find me searching for a magic pill to cure my sober thoughts, clinging desperately to a burning makeshift Cross. you'll often find me sinking into a white pillowcase but it won't be long until it's covered in stains, mascara and tears, expired dreams and growing pains. you'll often find me with a crackling voice. i can't find the right words to say anyway, so let's just talk tomorrow, though i'm certain the result will look the same. but anyway, if you want to find me, that is where i'll be.
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