あなたが知っているかのように踊りをやめてください。そうしない。これは大丈夫です。

I've created too much, or rather I've created nothing. Everything seems to have a mind of it's own. Danger, so they say. I agree. Agreeing changes nothing about me. Teach me about fire. If you teach me how to light things up maybe I can burn everything that springs up before I get the chance to tell it no. That's a good plan if I want to kill it, but the truth is I manifest in this way and there is no way in hell I'm killing myself again. I've had enough and I'm leaving my soul alone. It's tired, I'll let these gardens grow, these forest plant, the masks can be cleaned and the walls can be scrubbed of blood. I was okay a long time ago and I won't hate what's inside of me. The wounds on my stomach have healed and so have the wounds in my mind. I don't care if a scar remains, if a cold sliver of you manages to whisper a thing or two because I'm no fucking coward and I OWN MY MIND.