I need some help figuring this out.
I cracked open my head,and stored my thoughts on the shelf.
These hearts are deeply rooted.
These lines fade from black to white.
This isnt' what we wished for,
This isn't what we planned
she wasn't what we wanted.
We'll see she makes her end.
"I swear on the stars it wasn't what i meant"
Vowels tore into consonants
Stanzas recreate dissonance.
Wasn't what we prayed for ,but what we were plagued with.
Emotion like a lightbulb,
trauma was the light switch
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