08.08.2016, 02:03:57

“Do it. Be normal.” The voices sound a lot like someone you know.
Every time, it starts with familiar faces that echo laughter across the room.
Perfectly happy until you don’t know what to say,
Realizing you don’t belong.
Empires are our own making, and yours seems to be crumbling.
Still you stay — hopeful and patient and smile on.
Shimmers of light, like fire-crackles in dark patches, but you just want to run.
It really only takes one glance, one word, one little thing to add up to another.
Oh here we go again, gazing at a purple-clouded sky and fast, blurry drives.
Nobody would ever know I bruise so easy—no, it’s not the outside—it’s this fragile heart of mine.
-cv.

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