he is killing me
you are a fire breathing dragon
you are cancer
you are disease
you are the scar
that never seems to leave
you are the punches
and i am the bag
you are the one
that captures the flag
you are always in the back
of my head
the head i lay on my bed
you are the tears
that i constantly shed
you are the words
i wish i had left unsaid
you are the clothes
that hang on me like thread
you are all the monsters
hiding under my unmade bed
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