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They are proud. They wear their hearts on their sleeves. Personalities crackle to my ears, harsh tin foil. Neon-coloured fabrics are pulled over their eyes and wound around their mouths.
There is an invisible noose around my neck and the leg of my stool is cracked and unstable. Watch me choke on my irony and dangle from the woven threads of my own undoing.

All walls are built for a reason. Mine from fake smiles and what people think is openness, for reasons I won't divulge here. Bring in the tanks and the laser guns of love, then pour iced water down my neck while I sleep. Tear my heart from my chest and sew it to my sleeve like some intangible nightmare. I'll weave the neon fabric for my eyes and let you turn my noose to a gag.

I'll be shackled by pink longing, but I'll be happy.

Description
They are proud. They wear their hearts on their sleeves. Personalities crackle to my ears, harsh tin foil. Neon-coloured fabrics are pulled over their eyes and wound around their mouths.
There is an invisible noose around my neck and the leg of my stool is cracked and unstable. Watch me choke on my irony and dangle from the woven threads of my own undoing.

All walls are built for a reason. Mine from fake smiles and what people think is openness, for reasons I won't divulge here. Bring in the tanks and the laser guns of love, then pour iced water down my neck while I sleep. Tear my heart from my chest and sew it to my sleeve like some intangible nightmare. I'll weave the neon fabric for my eyes and let you turn my noose to a gag.

I'll be shackled by pink longing, but I'll be happy.