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Not Myself

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such an innocent fix
blistering waves of motivation tell me to take in a mistake I've swore not to condone
at the same time the cut throat feeling of pain urging from inner layers of my skull
the freezing warmth coming from every inch of my body is tormenting my wills to change.
my mind races for an escape route
but only one appears before me
the same reason I'm laying here
like a broken record, I'll hit a bump in my recovery and start back on a different thread
where is my head, what is my name
so many questions pacing through my scrambled brain
until morning time I'll be fine
...
but til then I'll continue with my crimes





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