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im shy, only ever write when Im under serious pressure |
My eyes meet yours
but there is nothing to see...
My name is not me,
nor is my face...
I'ill carve myself out
so I don't have to feel...
I wake up in a cold bed alone,
i dress in garments abandoned on the floor...
Wrapped in foil,
as not to spoil...
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We are all dying, but only some of us really live |