A lot of the times I wish I had a better way to put my words in order, other than write them down.
I struggle to open my mouth out of fear my demons will slip and pierce right through you.
I don't like me when I'm mad, You won't like me If I get there. #icarrythemwithme
I have dragged them through the mud.
To the end of the world and back.
With blood on my hands and a purified spirit.
With nothing more than struggles and misunderstandings.
Forever longing but never being, never seeing or breathing or touching or dreaming...
... or able to move in place, move around.
I choke through a sea of tears and forgotten promises, tracing the scars left on my body laying on the sand.
I shed my skin and exhale... I come undone.
Pedazo por pedazo de regreso al mar.
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