Between two shoulders,
Between two ears,
A civil war ignited,
Bones shrieking in fear.

Conflicted pilots,
Sliding down locks of hair,
Liquid bombs,
Dripping from eyes, be aware!

Life was never meant to be easy,
Pebbles were meant to collide with feet,
Every now and then, we're bound to be lost,
We go a million ways to find the right street.

And as more events shatter our hearts,
More glass gets broken, more souls adrift,
We discover ourselves among the ruins,
And get to uncover our healing gift.

We test our abilities, we get first degree burns,
We try a million shades of complexion,
The very first scream of a beating heart,
The very last sound before we tread to the other dimension.

It's played and replayed, it's spring then it's a massacre,
And all the trophies lining our top shelf,
We sweat under the fever before the finish line,
We walk the fine line between loving and hating oneself.

Align your balance,
Before the drawbridge closes,
Between two shoulders,
The two blades are foes.

Separated by a spinal cord,
Arms and thoughts collide,
Stare straight ahead,
Know that this is life.*

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