too close for comfort
shoot me in the face
crying gasps of life
breathing is my curse
cutting with that knife
habbits will surround you
unlikingly survived
x's on their foreheads
circles upon your hands
cut off my circulation
never let me land
inside jokes and fire drills
screaming vanilla waves
scented scars of abuse
vibrating through these embers
spreading through me
this everlasting virus
ceasing to believe
and believing i have gone
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