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Burning
Flashing
Blinding
Numb
Things that warp and squeeze at the innocent mind
The crippling sensation of being eaten alive
The clock chimes but it’s truly dying inside
as every single flower dies,
my flowers grow in my insides:
and here they live,
and here they die
Fierce they seem towards each otherThey are the most loyal of animals
Always together like a familyNever traveling alone
They depend on each other for survival
