All of the things I don’t feel
slowly carve their way into my bone.
I am created from what I am not,
comprised of hollow negatives
trying to be something.
You can’t stop a thunderstorm.
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All of the things I don’t feel
slowly carve their way into my bone.
I am created from what I am not,
comprised of hollow negatives
trying to be something.
You can’t stop a thunderstorm.