We are dying.
We are hiding
from these things,
We are ashamed of,
We are made so selfish,
The glass is breaking.
We're so full of ourselves
it's overflowing
I don't want to breathe in you,
I don't want to die with you,
I don't want to feel this pain,
This thing inside of me
Spinning and grabbing.
thinning and breaking.
This thing inside of me
Is gonna fucking kill me.
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