beautyinthestruggle
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I’m afraid of open windows, open doors, and open mikes –
As the thoughts come rushing to my lips,
I have to try and sew them shut before my sins, opinions, and dreams escape –
After all,
I'm addicted to beauty,
Addicted to destruction.
I'm addicted to pieces and broken things
Because I'm trying to find my "whole".
I'm addicted to the sunrise,
And to the moonrise,
