when their voices don't pierce
an already sour knotted mood
and the pitterpatter doesn't pit itself
against my skull in all out war
When I can see rainbows in my hutch
life is swell and not
swelling
memories stay in the past
and don't flow forward
when you switch on my smile
and not my precarious mess of tears
That's when I believe
I can hold this world on my shoulders
better than Atlas ever could
SO good! i like it :)
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