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my body doesn't feel like home anymore
head and heart, constantly screaming at each other fighting over who is wrong and who is right glutton of a soul, pushing me out to make room for itself
what's a sad one to do, what's she to do when no one will take her in from the cold? the pieces of her, the war-torn and the reckless and the insatiable.
if this is the life, if melancholy is my destiny (take it back!) i cannot say that i want it there are more lows than highs he puts me in a daze, knocks me out cold but wakes me with a cruel blow i've never known a hate like this.
this is like the dry and tough food on my plate after everyone else has retired to the living room to watch television "can i be done now?" i can't finish it.
