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I'm just so empty right now. When I look inside me I see those white roses I bought once and watered twice. Dryer than a dessert. Thinner than a paper. Breathing smoke. And it's the only thing I can taste like now. The bitterness of a burning young soul. The actually smell of being way gone while no one realizes it.
The funny thing is I was the only one there who could've saved myself. And I didn't even looked at the white roses over the window pane of my room. I left myself to rot. I'm the only one to blame.
Now I'm burning the whole house I was trying to build, and everyone in it. I'm breaking all the walls down, but I'm not bulding any doors.
I can't make those dead white roses bloom again. I have no leafs left hide my own thoughts, I have no thorns to be anyone's shelter now.
I broke myself. And I didn't even tell the ones I was trying to protect I was tearing myself into little pieces of what I used to be.
I can't keep the air inside my lungs. And I won't fix it. I'll just sleep and hope I still have the luck I used to waste back then, when the dice was my own heart, and the price was already in my hands.
4:40 04/04/2k18 - Rainhome
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