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Jun 2015
picture this
sixteen years old
the world at my feet
but it's four in the morning
and it's the third time tonight
that i've woken up feeling like i am drowning
and i am gasping for air
it's like trying to breathe around a hole in my chest
where i carved out my heart
handing it to you i said baby
if you're leaving take this with you
you can do a lot more good with it than i can
but i'm still trying to teach myself how to love again
replaced all the blood in my veins with gasoline
and struck a match on my teeth

i just wanted to remember what it was like to feel
Mick
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Mick  26/Non-binary/RVA
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