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I wrap myself tight with the pain that explodes.
The ribbons cut precise on the choices betrothed.

The skips and the follies that trace the steps,
the ones back to healthy, the ones i regret.

With each stroke and thought that poor out of my depths
I spot the lies, laugh at the doubts, heckle the regrets.

Yet I'm never too close,
but I'm never that far.

Walking the line, of losing my heart.





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