Open the flooded gates in order to inhale the worrisome emptiness from the ever distant reachable depths of your being.
The familiar rising feeling of guilt mixed with pleasure feeling your lungs like the perfect cocktail combination, clad with powder and poison.
An inseparable amount of land you a stern lecture from the ER clipboard and he who encourages each letter it wears.
Tall, billowing flowers soon will grow from your empty stomach like a thick forest filling every inch, that is lacking.
Weaving stems and leaves firmly rapping tightly around your neck, using the remains of long lost empty bottles to fertilize its embolded self.
Unforgiving venom that is born in your fucked up little mind pumping through your veins resonating trust of success, never failing, never dying certainly killing.
Make me forget exerting impact jolt me forward, push me hard into forever slumber.
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