All I can offer
that I can show
if you know
my lovely beauty
confer your own life
taken with a scythe
held by the
night and day
deciding
whether or not
to stay
with sorrowful
clay
put together with blades
it begins to fade
never let me see fame
this still isn't a phase
taste my shame
you'll taste heinous crime
filled with stories
that describes my kind
as all of my ties
to this world of white
stuck on time
filled up with worries
of the treachery
that comes with the deafening
ring of the shrink
telling me I'm on the brink
how can you tell I'm about to sink
you are a part of how I think
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