Dying to Feel Alive
Stomach sears with pain
I'm alive again
empty
light, like snow
white, pure, emaciate
I'm alive again
short of breath
the world is spinning, dizzy
vision blurred
I'm alive again
outlines sharp
depict whats within
I'm alive again
pain brings satisfaction
a sigh of relief
I'm alive again
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