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Head over Heels For You

I do have a personality somewhere underneath all this skin

an immortal god lost in the abyss of my soul

I'm sorry I didn't mean to show you my feelings

Welcome to the apocalypse of my mind

My therapist lied to me

I write love poems for no one

I swear i'm quitting poetry, its a toxic relationship

this sack of skin and bones

Love me only for tonight

there is a fine line between love and hate

My own personal brand of crack fucking cocaine

Thoughts in my brain

How do I get up to you?

under the influence

setting myself up for success

Alas just a wish

When the sun comes out

Strings of Forgetfulness

Does this make sense?

The diary of a vampire

Ignorance is bliss, as they say

the neglecting author

This is an attempt

listen to my skin

A Letter of Longing

Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter

My genetics fucked me over

Sun Blinded Woes

The bitterness of heart to hearts

A night of indulgence: Love, Hate, and cigarettes

High on happiness
Much love ✌🏻✌🏻

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Head over Heels For You

I do have a personality somewhere underneath all this skin

an immortal god lost in the abyss of my soul

I'm sorry I didn't mean to show you my feelings

Welcome to the apocalypse of my mind

My therapist lied to me

I write love poems for no one

I swear i'm quitting poetry, its a toxic relationship

this sack of skin and bones

Love me only for tonight

there is a fine line between love and hate

My own personal brand of crack fucking cocaine

Thoughts in my brain

How do I get up to you?

under the influence

setting myself up for success

Alas just a wish

When the sun comes out

Strings of Forgetfulness

Does this make sense?

The diary of a vampire

Ignorance is bliss, as they say

the neglecting author

This is an attempt

listen to my skin

A Letter of Longing

Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter

My genetics fucked me over

Sun Blinded Woes

The bitterness of heart to hearts

A night of indulgence: Love, Hate, and cigarettes

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