karma
the saddest photos ain't taken by me.
tonight, there's hatred. though not to you.
the words wouldn't come
i keep courting my own death
yet when on the brink, i refuse to die
and came back for more
enough is enough now
you've done too much hurt.
i would like to flee.
.
if u see me, don't.
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i went away for a while. came back only to realise you have been standing alone in the storm.
my good friend asked me some time ago, and i ask you now, who are you? i was, regrettably, the night. volatile, brimming with prowling monsters and dark, endless caves.
but now, i am past night. past night, though still before the dawning. suffocation has fled, but the lethargy stays rooted.
who are you now?
i am spongebob squarepants. i retain too much. give me a little squeeze, i need a tender touch.
who am i now? i still can't say. when i can afford it a better thought, i'll let you know.
thanks for the question.. i've always enjoyed your words :)
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