Tonight I wasn't as afraid like before when I went running towards that open door of freedom that once again cheerfully awaits for my impending arrival never denying survival is the only friend I got when we lost all sights.
Why does it feel less harmful to my health like it did before? could it be because I am nurturing me instead of the we that just never could be? Or was it the translucent face that gave you away with more clues to find that you tried so hard to hide but guess what I marched this parade b4 that being said this buds for you and fuck you too.
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