I know a deep Abyss
where nothing bad or evil can exists
i stand at the edge of the charcoal cliff
thinking of getting away from this shit.
But letting go of the few strands
of lilac hope I have left
would kill the only good I have left.
So I grapple with the relief
and mundane perfection
at the bottom of the abyss.
But leaving this hell would
mean giving up the scattered
shards of heaven
I cut myself on.
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