Skeletons are on braches facing the earth
Feels as though natural disasters are really visable though my face remains solid in mind
My lips quench for tjirst as my minds sayd hydrate the branches though squeeze me so i wont see skeletons
silly friend skeletons can be painted yet thr bone structure never changes.
The frame of my back feels clamped without a waist trainer so how can i tell someone to put a brace on
knowing the resuot may be bad for the both of ys
though i never judge you
fire feels worst when you cover it up
because eventually those crumbs dont build more trees they just get worst.
yet i will soon be set free from all of life
my spiritual wings will rose up as the adrenaline pushes my neck and i know what the air is
my elements
yes for now i remain true
someday someone higher will judge
now i sit for sun in an isolated room
everything i wanted
yet why is the sun draining me mentally.


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