Is it just the moon in Scorpio?

I can’t sleep and I can’t cry. And I can’t lie. I’m gonna die. The black hole in my chest consumes my being. I’ve let myself become so vulnerable, I’m an open wound. Please stab me. Fill the void. It’s all laid bare, the light floods the shadow. I am no more human, I am humanoid. So says she that speaks of these things. May my palm tell me something I can believe in. I will find out tomorrow. It’s whether or not I cave in. There’s too much pressure not to. I’m the target and he’s heading straight for a bull’s-eye.


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