Cerce
harsh consonants
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I still get terrified of who I have become
I still donât sleep most nights because my dream is that I donât wake up
there are ghosts inside my lungs, there are devils in my head
here are pieces of me that are better left dead.
Iâll keep my head in the clouds and one foot in the grave
in hopes that someday I might change.
Iâd be the brightest light that you have ever seen,
but Iâve grown too dark, Iâm just a shadow of myself.