Escapism
Is to write
Living in my own prison
Is an attempt to fight
But brawl with whom?
An outsider or myself?
I want to bloom and fight the inevitable tomb
I want to roll up my sleeves and fight to come to yourself
And I know you fight to avert
And you're caught between my depravity and gentleness
But, I promise to leave you unhurt
Please don't be caught in the perceptions of other's nebulous
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