Fruit Juice
I feel i'm drowning in my thoughts
My tears swell up my lungs
As though my speech is full of knots
My voice now speaks in tounges
I feel as though i'm chopped in half
My organs spilling loose
My feelings trapped as your laugh
Fills the room with fruit juice
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