I wont let go. I wont give it up. The pain is in the water. My passions cant swim alone. I am like a fox rather crazy they seem to be saying. I can only see in black and white. There is no grey in my illness. My mother made me this way. She had me fear everything. Maybe today I will forget all that. The flame will destroy my desire for forgiveness. I know, I know, I know. Bears hide in the hail of feathers. I shall die. You make me pray. I was only a child. You ransomed off my innocence. I was a whore to the dolls. The mirror first showed her to me. Green eyes.
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