Every tomorrow is the hottest on record, but today is the coolest day of the rest of my life.
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You die Over and over My hands are red Your life drips
I hate you I love you I kill you I forge you
My Kintsugi masterpiece Crafted by a child’s hands Coarsely lacquered in pride Cracked splinters piercing through time
You are petrified angst concealing taciturn lies My shattered turmoil bound beneath stained, soiled ties Countless crystalline tears congealing chaos and shame Distressed lightning resound between fraught echoes of rage
A facade falsely imprisoned, a core drowning in pain My soul’s only proof to sanity’s claim Hope hardened the dreams I yearn to forgive Fragments of fantastical truths, broken, dying to live