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I see youthful innocence
Had a pen since five or six

I see the smiles

But its been awhile since they’ve sat upon my lips

Feel the blood on my fingertips

An internal apocalypse

The desctruction of ones inner self

Trapped inside a cell

My happier side often offers farewells

Im doing well

The words I speak before my liveliness had fell

Its hard to be myself