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Gathering to break the shape I’m bent into. Stressed positioning into your life. Cross me, detach you. Living but dead. Afraid but alive. Saying goodbye. Questioning being alive, then to be seen. Regretting not living as who I’m supposed to be. Who I’m supposed to be. Who am I supposed to be. While I’ve got breath left. Over my dead body. god forbid. Not on your life. Bite the dust. Not long for this world. Hour has come. Called home, Demise
