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World Falling
Watch my world crumble down, cave in, once noble walls; see the paint chips peeling downward, the fairytale falls. Here I am underneath trying to hold it up, trying to hold but it keeps pushing down sooner or later I'm going to fold. Can't you see: I can't do this, can't go on like this forever I'm going to crack before their eyes won’t be able to: keep it together. Watching all I ever had be destroyed; feel your eyes upon my back feel your nails down my skin, clawing down hoping I'll crack; you're trying really hard and my head is spinning with your tales my lips burn from you lies watching my defenses fail. My body shakes by your words and I feel it all beginning to crumble my heart aches as I: behold you and I know I am going under. Watch my world cave in Atlas could not hold it anymore, my stomach is churning from your touch again you spew blasphemy, mouthing “Whore.” And I have listened to you lies long enough my lips bleed from continual recitation of all the things you said to me what created such provocation? A/N: re-posted and redone
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