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from the very beginning, I had been watching myself
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skull cracking throat scratching echoes unheard
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stop talking to me like you need to keep talking to me.
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you breathe so hard lungs wanting, lips apart
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i left myself, till i met a friend who walks by me, sits with me
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dude, your head hit mine with a broken scratch it cracked in half
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I don't want to say anything anymore i want to curl my wrists in an acute angle I want to arch my back inwards, or until I swallow my tongue
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the one in the mirror told me, i missed you for how long have you missed me? i asked
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a pink bird flew into my room at noon, it began cursing me out, and told me its name was Mirt
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