This is me
This is me
This is all you get
I would give more if i could
but my soul is spent
Stand beneath my broken heart and drink from the fountain of youth
All I have is my family
And this plethora of monstrous emotions seeping through my skin
and eating me alive
I'd rather be buried alive
So i could scream as loud as the cracken
let loose my jet streams
as they break through the dirt above me
This is my second chance
This is me fighting back
I nearly died once and the fact that I'm still here means something
No longer will I cower in fear over my emotions
No longer will I fear my phobias
I will take every last breath as a free fall
Terminal velocity
There is no stopping this train
I will not stop until my feet give out from under me
and my heart finally gives in to my broken genes
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