She often had those mood swings. She would feel completely cold and deadly relaxed. She would keep the calmness on her face, until some strange anxiety didn't shiver it's way to her body. She remained calm, her expressions as cold as ever. She would be the only witness of the contradictions her body and soul produced.
She wished, more than anything, for her absurd interior to leave, or at least to make an impression on the exterior. She despised and adored her stone like facade.
She felt like a prisoner of her own grotesque psyche. She fought with words and actions against the thoughts. She never won. She proved that thoughts were the sharpest sword on the market. She fired bullets from those deadly sharp edges. She held those fights in a pretty small arena, that was pretty soft, surrounded by a sphere completely made of bone material. She had only one contestant. She kept him going round and round. She gave him boomerang bullets. She made them always come back to the subject and shoot them directly in the center of his being.
She never learnt to kick this fellow out of the club.
She had her outsides remain cold. She screamed in pain, sadness and helplessness. She had her exterior remain gray.
She slowly let herself die, because no one ever taught me how to get saved.
She wished, more than anything, for her absurd interior to leave, or at least to make an impression on the exterior. She despised and adored her stone like facade.
She felt like a prisoner of her own grotesque psyche. She fought with words and actions against the thoughts. She never won. She proved that thoughts were the sharpest sword on the market. She fired bullets from those deadly sharp edges. She held those fights in a pretty small arena, that was pretty soft, surrounded by a sphere completely made of bone material. She had only one contestant. She kept him going round and round. She gave him boomerang bullets. She made them always come back to the subject and shoot them directly in the center of his being.
She never learnt to kick this fellow out of the club.
She had her outsides remain cold. She screamed in pain, sadness and helplessness. She had her exterior remain gray.
She slowly let herself die, because no one ever taught me how to get saved.
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