I have this disease
and its ripping me apart.
not so much the disease
but the emotions that follow.
I feel like tearing my hair out,
replacing it with the sun and the moon,
tearing out my eyes, replacing the with the brightest stars.
painting my nails a purple I have never seen.
ripping off my skin,
replacing it with a pale white.
Dancing naked around a bonfire
trying to never forget who I am.
Serena. Serena. Serena. Serena.
I'm not her anymore.
and its ripping me apart.
not so much the disease
but the emotions that follow.
I feel like tearing my hair out,
replacing it with the sun and the moon,
tearing out my eyes, replacing the with the brightest stars.
painting my nails a purple I have never seen.
ripping off my skin,
replacing it with a pale white.
Dancing naked around a bonfire
trying to never forget who I am.
Serena. Serena. Serena. Serena.
I'm not her anymore.
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