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I have an allergy To vulnerability Fight, flight, freeze, at peace The choice is clear to me If I willed myself to spill You'd be sifting through landfills Waiting to be mine Excavate the debris Weaving liminality Through the needle's eye Then my walls appear The final frontier Composured veneer 'Cause my walls look like mirrors Deflection for connection Don't think I could let you in Even if I tried Memories carefully contained In the fabric of my brain Waiting to be mine From Letras Mania