(Within my veins) When i think of you I can't help but think of blood.
Blood spilled, blood shared with one another.
You are my most distinguished fragment of an untold story
born by shunning the opportunity.
The ashes of charred intentions are my lone remnants of yesterdays.
If I wore a mask I could fool the world and mold with the masses.
For now I choose to shun this world
and its inhabitants until i crack the code, break the seal,
Shun the world until I break the seal.
Once broken I will not waste one second of my time
to begin to shred apart this shell of confinement.
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