"To silence her storm you've got to be powerful. And strength she had not much."

Tiny.
One upon another ,
Hand in hand ,
They take over.

Hideous. imbecile.

Screaming ,

'Surely that's not truly me
Ain't that right ?
I have some good
A sort of beauty no eyes can see

Too much. too less.
Your feet will never
reach success.

Oh Please just stop
Just let me out—

Of this mind ,
This body
These wrecking thoughts.
Just out.

Labels ,
Crawling , thundering , scarring
Insecurities ,

A spiral tightening infinitely.

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