I did die once before; I'm not that scared off it again.
Inside I seem to rot away daily. Slowly at first but as the days rust and fall apart the speed quickens. My heart is in my thoart & I'm quite sure it is stuck there. I take a pill and try to numb it back down but those affects are so old to me. My heart is choking me. The mirrors are mocking me; my tears are yelling at me.. but I most forget and move on. Live life and die anew.... Pretend like the smiles are real, pretend that I am someone else, pretend that any of this actually matters... pretend that these scars still don't hurt.
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