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Dec 2010
The wires sprouting from my chest
they protect my heart
like it's covered by a kevlar vest
and they run
from my core
all the way down to my feet
and back up again
to wrap me in a subtle need
for solitude and solidarity
it's all over
there's nothing left to see
I self-destructed
and pulled myself together
one too many times it seems
because something is missing
something is not as it should be

So let's not focus on the past
when we've got this bright future
spitting in our faces
and what's left to love?
I find nothing worth speaking of
until we learn to restore our trust
we speak only lies
and we breathe only dust
and we're weakened by time
until our figures disgust ourselves
can we escape this hell?
can we ever help?
I'm trying to forget
everything that I've felt
and just start clean
but we fiend for that opposition
we all wanna see their rendition of us
to peek at their position
in this race to turn to rust

But the sun will rise again
and someday we'll all be free from ourselves
I just hope we're here
to find out if it happens
I just hope we're here
to find out if it works
caus'e that's when we'll build our plan of action
constructed from our blood, sweat, tears
the dirt from our hands over the years
I hope one day
we forget to feed our fears
**** Editing.
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   Elizabeth Holt
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