what have i become

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i want to peel my skin off

see what others arent seeing

i dont want to care anymore 

but i can never stop thinking


im always falling

tumbling on loose stones

you like to see me bleed

chew on my raw bones


everyones staring 

trying to tear me apart 

i am just dust

you can stomp on my heart





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