every time i hear
the words fire into my heart
i feel the same way
but i guess you do too
we’re all at war with ourselves
torn apart
between moulding ourselves into societies hands
or swimming against the tide
of what everyone else wants us to
be
there’s no peace
only noise
so much noise
there’s only so much heartbreak you can take
before everything seems pointless
and you decide
who cares what brush they paint you with
and how dark they shade in your shadows
who cares?
tell me who cares
who cares?
they only begin to care
when you’ve got what they want
but why should we let them
trample over our hearts
our delicate hearts
beating
beating oh so faintly
for ourselves
and the ones we love
Oh my gosh, STOP BEING AMAZING. My favorite lines are: who cares what brush they paint you with / and how dark they shade in your shadows. It’s so beautiful and metaphorical and I LOVE it. 😍
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Oh my god, STOP BEING SO SWEET! Gosh you’re melting me 😊 thank you so much! Your support means a lot!
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Dammit Kiya, your words are too inspiring, it makes me want to draw 😍
And the worst part is it’s late at night here already and I need to sleep 😵
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Damn Kate, you’re always melting me with your compliments 😊
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That’s what I was going for 💜
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This is so beautiful!!! I love the part with the paintbrushes, you’re so talented!
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aw thank you so much, that’s incredibly kind of you!
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