Do an autopsy of my body, peeling back my skin under the bright light that gives away the lies on my skin.
Find the bones broken by words held together with string and scar tissue of all kinds.
Once the skin is peeled back who are we really?
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...