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Imperfections

By , Holmdel, NJ
It’s a fact of life,
it’s all I am,
it’s taking me over,
I can’t escape,
these,
imperfections,
help me fly,
away,
from these,
imperfections...

The lines of red,
across my broken body,
The bitten nails,
attatched to my cold hands,
the wild hair,
sprouting from my lost brain,
the childish bumps,
protruding from my tear-streaked face,
the terrified pain,
glittering in my eyes...

It’s a fact of life,
it’s all I am,
it’s taking me over,
I can’t escape,
these,
imperfections,
help me fly,
away,
from these,
imperfections...

The artwork,
the red furrows on my arms,
The strange insanity,
buzzing ceaselessly in my mind,
The agony,
slicing through my veins,
The sorrow,
intensifying with every beat,
The terror,
growing with every day...

Somebody save me,
from my,
imperfections...





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