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Feb 2019
i’m craving toxic air to fill my lungs
but eerie smoke stays trapped in the underworld where it belongs

i’ve banished all bad habits to the devil’s land
i can’t count all the times i’ve flirted with satan on my hand

the hellscape down below drips with my self-drawn blood
memories of my evil ex boyfriend lie within ash and mud

at times i will collapse right onto the floor
begin to dig with my hands to reach hell’s core

i want to throw away what healing ive done and relive my decay
eventually i stop myself and with healthy habits on earth i’ll stay

with every step towards progression, we ought to look below ourselves
remember pain we’ve conquered but not get ****** back into hell
Written by
Miles  21/Non-binary/Toronto
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