I remember my blade ever so sharp few years ago,
young, dumb and stupid; if you ask me. but only present me know the difference between
but don't put it past me to know that intuition is gold.
sang a song in your tempo, the one that you wrote. just another back up Incase I choke,
on empty promises and weary lives.
my energy given to you. and to you
... it's all yours.
I lack in self preservation and phenomenal at giving you my heart; all of it.
blade is more dull than I remember, I'm super vulnerable to where you eat my soul
hoping I'm rich in vitamins.
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