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somewhere between shooting stars, failed suicide scars and broken hearts there's a piece of me left in my chest that keeps bleeding secreting me the strength that i need to keep breathing with these demons inside my head and their nails have become my bed so i lay in it, mindful of broken bones but theres not enough left to seal the coffin closed now im stuck here, left to my own devices breath held tight - testing how sharp the knife is strategic slices could turn life to lifeless ...im glad...

so this is what its like....

i like to think i've lived

i like to think i've lived.

a scattered picture one i can't piece togther its purpose eludes