i'm letting myself get to me.
no cigarettes. no ---d. no love. no photos.
no peace. no clean. no body. no joy. no smile.
I can fall so hard in love. And settle for his fist.
my youth is escaping me.
My talent is simmering to a vegetable.
I've locked myself away. afraid of excitement.
afraid of living.
i got stirred up this morning
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