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Sep 2016
My brain endlessly plays tricks on me like a drunk and a straight line.
Calling me out for every imperfection each time my heart beats.
exerting all my strength i try to break way;
a never ending black hole swallowed me deep.
im lost.
I use to wake up with my feet glued to the floor,
now i hardly get gum stuck to my shoe.
numb, i feel fear flourish throughout my chest.
my armor, my protector.
keep me clear of that hope.
smother my light before it ignites.
Lyr
Written by
Lyr  Philly
(Philly)   
200
   Doug Potter
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