The art of splitting

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Shaking, in the beginning
My teeth chatter, my jaw clacks
It gets cold
And no matter how far I go
Warmth is an embrace
I'm seemingly not allowed

My heart quickens, next
It's harder to breathe now
Every breath shorter than the last
Tell me to inhale but Counting fingers
Never worked anyways

Vision is spotty, soon
It's getting darker
Or perhaps lighter
It's hard to see the world when
Everything is overturned

It sounds like an earthquake in my mind
Everything is tumbling down
My roof caves in
And then my walls
The foundation increasingly becoming
Unstable

I am not worth the effort
I do not mean enough for one single call
I have soon found
It is useless to bargain
With my mind who has already decided
It is forever against me

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