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i want to leap in all directions lyrically,

to the soft piano music of bad memories

i cannot process thoroughly.

on the fringe with my hate, edging the softer side

of darkness,

needing to feel, death

something more relatively depressed, concerns for my wrist

make me more secret with sickness

i harbor fears, i dont want to admit,

and though i think the option plain and empty,

simple ends to my complexity, hold me captive

like some sinister beauty,

an all black illusioning of suicidal apathy,

a rose in bloom wilts,

and deep thoughts such as this bring only rain

to enable the conflict, of a simple fact

that i don't own an umbrella, and besides

it's already too late, for that

cut from the stem, i am

too beautiful, to last

in the eyes of love, and all that was

you can always fall too fast

learning to die young

to our hearts, we are, but victims.