The drapes in your skull
and your sunken in eyes,
who has broken you?
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Collarbones protruding
from your withered chest
and your lungs heave for one breath-
one breath too many.
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The stress of the days,
and the strawberry blonde boy
you fell in love with
on the countryside.
Your heart is broken.
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Slumped in the cracked city
you are forced to call home,
and the loved ones who have passed
but whom are not dead.
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Ridiculing the creeping insects
looking for a home.
*****, gross, worthless
You realize.
That's what they call you
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Sun setting a forcefully pale orange,
awakening the night.
Time for your dismay to set.
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Light your cigarette
and ash it on your skin,
amazed by its burn.
Pain? None.
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An insomniac's racing mind
and all the wonders of the world.
Waiting, time contemplating.
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Wishfully disappearing
just like your soul did.