Toxic behavior,

doesn’t spurge from the bold

But the quiet,

entreating to be heard

The ones that get away,

aren’t dangerous at all

It’s not the lion’s roar,

but the leech

32 brains

300 teeth

five pairs of eyes

Unencumbered, no margin

Leaving no stain, no standard to recall

Slithering, no one to vow to

You have as many on you

As artifacts, curved for a wide-angled view


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This right here, keeps me sane. You will find here, sincere thoughts mixed up with a subconscious trying to fuck it all up. I hope you understand.

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