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Legs skinned, flesh peeling away My hands search for something and conceal another It's hard to tell in the red dimness of the moment I feel both the pressure and pride that comes with leadership The plan is under way Manipulation comes easily When the Devil digs her pointed nails further Into the slit separating bone from blood --- When I wake up My heart is heavy My mind tangled Jaw sore from the raw inside of my cheek For the rest of the day I am left with the question of what it means To still be alive
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
The Fear of Being Alive
Legs skinned, flesh peeling away My hands search for something and conceal another It's hard to tell in the red dimness of the moment I feel both the pressure and pride that comes with leadership The plan is under way Manipulation comes easily When the Devil digs her pointed nails further Into the slit separating bone from blood --- When I wake up My heart is heavy My mind tangled Jaw sore from the raw inside of my cheek For the rest of the day I am left with the question of what it means To still be alive
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
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