I cut myself open -
golden honey oozes out
and I sit on my knees, palms up, wondering what I've become, questioning if I will ever be happy with my insides as I let myself leak onto the rough concrete of the city.
I cut myself open -
golden honey oozes out
and I sit on my knees, palms up, wondering what I've become, questioning if I will ever be happy with my insides as I let myself leak onto the rough concrete of the city.
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