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I should asking you to help me.In and out it’s normally the same.
Having the feel the loneliness.
Having to feel that b i t t e r feeling within y o u.
They ask me to reframe my thoughts, the glass is half full, right?
It’s a bit hard to frame when treated only but like fecal matter from a cow.
Treated like a child who doesn’t love you.
I do, don’t worry.
But it just sometimes slip for when I say I hate you.
But I can’t help it though.
You make me feel this way time and time again.
And for once, I want you to have that will power.
That N E E D.
To finally say sorry.
To finally say it to me without asking.
I want you to finally hug me and say it’s gonna be okay.
I don’t want to be accused of anything anymore.
I want you to fight for me sometimes.
September is when I fought by myself.
March, is when I fought by myself.
all W I N T E R, I fought by myself because you choose the other side.
I feel scared to ask for help.
I want to try and fight again.
Snow Flakes (Doll Centric)White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light’s gone, day’s end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
Oh sad, poor Amelia, almost like Alice, stuck in a unforgiving place called Wonderland. Her youth forever young as she never grows old… or so it seems as she stays the youngest of the group. She stays like this only because she’s like the princess of the group. She’s the star so to speak. The star of the group and the princess. The princess of the group is a rather hard possession to keep in the circus at a young age. Would you want to keep it, Amelia? Wouldn’t you want to give it to Emily instead? She seems to be up to it. She seems to want it. You don’t want to be called the word Doll anyway. You said that’s a girly name anyway. You said that’s a— But didn’t Jack said it would be a pretty name for you? Amelia don’t be so stubborn, just take the name. With a sway of
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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