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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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