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Mosaic Sep 2016
I'm finding replicas of you in my insomnia
Smoke pouring from my nose
A manifestation of self destruction

The fear of death playing my lover
Sleeping on my bed sheets in my place
There is no shelf for my carousel thoughts
Heart of alternating magnetic poles

The quiet and the noise of night
Condradictons becoming rule of life
Forgetting how to breathe
But still remebring you in this insomnia
OnjuliThePoet Sep 2014
Breath
I told myself as i stared at the scars on my wrist

Breath
I told my self as i swallowed the poison in my mouth

Breath
I told myself as i stared at the broken fool

Breath
I told myself as i hide my sadness, anger,and depression away

Breath
I would tell myself remebring the blood and watching it drip

Breath
I would tell myself when the world around me became black in pain

Breath
I would tell myself as i looked at a dying fool

Breath
I would tell myself putting on my mask and placing it one last time on the bleeding broken and dying shelf known as myself

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