What's your story today? Did the freak show from many days away come to visit you? Did you hurt like the day you were to hurt then? Did it chop off some beloved injuries from your loving heart? Or did it spill your guts on a broken tarp? Did you feel the daggers pinching your old stab wounds? Or was it digging its heels into your ardent blues?
What's your damage today? Did you let go of yourself enough in the wind? Or did you tuck yourself inside for the hurt to just rescind? Did the thorns up your ego for you to bolt and run? Or did the tinted flowers trick you into sitting out this one? Did you face it with a lively face and land inside a ditch? Or did you stroll away, closed throat, to not make a glitch?
The vague lines in your forehead screech a thousand ways. Echoing their way through each of your days.
What's your damage today? Did you let go of yourself enough in the wind? Or did you tuck yourself inside for the hurt to just rescind? Did the thorns up your ego for you to bolt and run? Or did the tinted flowers trick you into sitting out this one? Did you face it with a lively face and land inside a ditch? Or did you stroll away, closed throat, to not make a glitch?
The vague lines in your forehead screech a thousand ways. Echoing their way through each of your days.
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