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would you really want to indulge in corrupt indignity?
i want something that speaks to the people across oceans swarming with vividness
 
 it wil be a defiant thing, an eratic thing, something worth hearing about, something worth paying for
 i want to cross rivers on and not worry about what's on the other side
 
 i want a day, one day,where i can steal and kill and speak my mind without worrying about what will happen
 
 confusing green for blue and not understanding the difference
 
 trying to be beautiful but failing,not succeeding, something indifferent like that
 
 a window without a pane, just glass that frosts when it's cold and shatters when it isn't
 
 i want everything i can't have and nothing i can
 
 it's cold in here
 
 winter is trapped inside me
 
 my throat is frozen
 
 i cannot speak
 
 my mind is frozen
 
 i can't be rational
 
 my emotions have frozen
 
 and withered away
 
 my heart is frozen
 
 i can't love
 
 everyone else is warm
 
 why am i so cold?
 
 everyone else has a heart
 
 if only coldness could comfort
 
 if only bleakness could reassure
 
 snow lies
 
 it's white, scintillating sparkles give us a false impression of a clean untainted world
 
 a glint of hope
 
 with no purpose
 
 other than to elude truth
 
 oh but ignorance is bliss
 
 emptiness is your thick heart-shaped box with no opening
 
 i've been domesticated in a locked house with no key
 
 thrown away, trashed, restored, adorned and thrown away again
 
 would you really want to indulge in corrupt indignity?
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