a closed book, stoned walls with four corners, then there's me in the middle, figured maybe if i'm alone in here no one would be able to hurt me. you, wrecked my walls, stepped into my space
and pretended you'll stay here your whole life. but also you,
cut me open, not just in a way where you try to reduce the curiosity you have about my life and i. but you also cut me open
with your lies and promises that were meant to be left hanging, not fulfilled. and so you left. because you concluded that i'm just a storm, my mind is just another hurricane. you thought i can never get myself together because i told you about the voices i hear at night and how i feel like it's haunting me. you listened, but you took that as crazy rather than taking my words seriously.
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