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It's dark in here.
I'm dark in here.
I'm not myself in here.
I'm alone in here.
People all around me are moving.
Im standing still.
There is no one to love in here.
Why is she so different?
What makes her so appealing?
She doesn't have the prettiest face or the hottest body.
But she is rooted in my brain and spreading like an ivy.
Purple stained lipsSucculent dripsA seductive kiss placed between sweet, strengthWe rub our knees together And bump headsAll under the blanket of
Is it me or am i gay for loving myself?
Think about it i am a girl
and i love myself which
means i love a girl
so am i to be judge as a lesbian?
Am i to be look at as a
dirty crumble paper!
We are all made out of ruin
Every broken branch
But She and I, we stand and we grow
And these knots in our bodies are just monuments
to how we've overcome the lightening
and the burning
