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break me into something worth it

more then the heads of statues

even if the trend reconciles itself i will still wake up wishing i didn't

so maybe instead ill choke on these anti-anxiety pills

so i don't have to swallow the flavor of life floating away

in your hands against his chest or my head against the bathroom floor

but every morning is a clean slate

and my back starts to break. my face starts to change.

alignment of the way i act and the way i am, because

in

my

mind

its an emptiness.

multi-foliate

an abundance of layers buried out of necessity

a laundry list of accomplishments

stage the disease

control the crisis

sell your soul to words that mean nothing.

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