Behind this beautiful mask, is perhaps a wrecked mind, which needs help but too afraid to seek.
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seeing stars oh so glittery,
like shame filled with glisten
flutter around the wings of a butterfly,
that's a beautiful mind for you
say its beautiful but fucked up,
but if it wasn't, how do you see it as beauty
if every is just of norm
is this how beauty should stand out
we, the strangers dance by the killing moon
falling into danger now and so often
we, who let our hearts be opened,
let you in it, makes it solvent
kills me blindly,
makes me breathless
makes me see stars
and want to love you more than ever.
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