Something in anger,
I laugh
Something in jest,
I am haunted
You think you are my friend
You really are my demon
Once was an angel
Now a ghost
You pull at the strands of my hair to make me giggle
It rips at the strings of me heart
You are a rock
Can't be moved
Can't be hurt
Strong & Everlasting
I am a paper
Can be folded
Can be torn
Weak & Crumpled
Rock, Paper, Scissors
We're supposed to be together
But Scissors is cutting me up
And you're smashing Scissors
Why can't we just jump over the moon
And land in the stars
Loving always?
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