my volcanoes core is pulsing,
making my,
shameless heart to feel,
causing my,
internal rain to rise,
and my,
outter core to soak,
my protection is curroding,
into,
dark shades of black,
as if,
im turning into my emotions,
and now,
im in a box.
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