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im strained and downfor kicks we're tossed and thrown against the groundskins peeling to the bonethe scratches and the graise holding me downfeel me closer a face with small glass pieces pulls you inim not sleeping overa fist comes through the mirror and you thinkim not stable, ungrownwaiting alonemy hands bleeding and numbthe cracks around the face is only half way donestripped downas far as i can tell theres nothing elseplease me for another hourplacing all the bets onto myselfim unstable and dumbwaiting aloneim not pleading nopieces stick together and we're half-way home From Letras Mania