Friday 11:15 am
Found yourself caught
Between two worlds.
Not really alive
Not quite dead:
A soulless shade of flesh.
So you thought you could escape, huh?
From the emotions you fear
Now you're thinking twice
But the light is out
And you can't see
Like the Cheshire Cat
Leaving a mirage
Your body is a canvas
But not for a paintbrush.
Should anyone touch it, it breaks.
Like a mirror: Seven years of bad luck
No worse than now, huh?
Lost the beauty of simplicity
Everything has to mean something with you
Everything except your life.
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