I'm here to release the darkness in a space that isn't in the eyes of many. Somewhere between wanting people to know the stories that lie behind my eyes, and protecting others from the racers in my mind. When will I ever find someone who can complement the shadows unconditionally instead of solely for their benefit? These days my face reads pain, yet others seem to like it when I'm around. Seems like my tears pierce through the pain enough for them to feel the love I hold. The mask I wear is "beautiful" and I'm happy that it's a sight to look at. At least they can't see the ugly truths I hide, and even when I tell them straight to their faces, they're blinded by the beauty of the mask. Scars seem to open whenever I drink, and that's when I feel the most alive. The demons play when they seep through the wounded flesh. When will they understand I heal from the shadows because I have to protect this light I have not a clue how it still exists. I heal from the shadows because I'm scared I won't be accepted fully.
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