YLMITD
One can only pretend
for so long
When the only thing
holding you together
are self sewn sutures
Madness and
thoughts of you
threaten to burst
open the seams
Closer to death
with every breath
will have to do
Feeding the
demons lies
just to get by
Taking a
double shot
of peril
In hopes
the sun
won't come up
tomorrow
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