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📟💿 ⁑⁑⁑ ■/ 🖲️🔌 1𓋹9𓆃🔋 📱 ⁑ ──

the performance is over. my teeth have stopped singing their fragile lies room is finally, mercilessly quiet. refusing to go out while the walls melt around it. it's wearing your fear so elegantly that the world mistakes your shaking hands for a dance. take the places i used to hide. take the easy exits and the comfortable illusions.

the mouth of the storm is wide open,

but i have stopped trying to find a melody

to soothe the throat of the beast.

i am peeling off the second skin. and pretended the flood was just rain. i am meeting the horizon where it drops. watching the water rise to meet my chin and realizing

i’ve always known how to breathe beneath the surface.

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𝐈𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬è𝐫𝐞.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐩é𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥

𝗘𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘇-𝗺𝗼𝗶 𝗮𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲

𝗘𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘇-𝗺𝗼𝗶 𝗮𝘂 𝗽𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀

Я приду, но там дорога дальняя

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