There's no reasoning with the thin-skinned masochist. Your vanishing act may prove an escape, so why dig your teeth so deep and play the gun-toting catalyst to the quick return of my dormant insecurities? Try to fly a needle of a scream to your invisible ears. Let your tongue taste my salt. Tether my pain to your fault. Under the heaviest skies, the stars pushing me down, this celestial anvil I wear like a crown. This stands as a paragon of my fallible intuition. Left so self-conscious like those I deemed so confident. Left me so frail like those I deemed so strong before you. All the longing and all the disgust and all the while head held high. Clockwise scowl from the giver of grins buckles his knees like an explosion, turned inside out suffering in reverse.
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