Paranormal
this body isn't mine
i refuse to feed it or let it sleep
i want it to die so i can live in peace
so i can watch and learn and not be seen
these partners, they're fine; these spouses, they're content
they c*m in each other's presence when their souls are absent
i'm too self-aware, it's too complicated to breathe
i'm stuck under a rock, i was a mutated seed
i wanna cut at the curves so they're straight as broken glass
i want to float in the air
and never have to chat
i wanna be seen through, but not known at all
i want to be
a mystery
i'm paranormal
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