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The crude stitchings
On old wounds
Snap and break away
Cracking slowly apart
Stinging with reborn pain
Piece by piece
Breaking away
To only an empty shell
I wonder why the pieces don't just float away
on the dancing wind
Like dusk swirling peacefully
up to the sun
Toward the golden horizon
Written during a sunset listening to "Suicide Season" by Bring Me The Horizon. I actually kind of like this one...
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6-9Changeling Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Me tooooooo!!!
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bleedingAce Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2012
Thanks :blushes:
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6-9Changeling Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Tehehe :)
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