My hands clam up when I see a clock
Standing there, you exist far more than any person should
For all that’s happened, I still can’t remember
why you’re here
Every day I fend off control
If you turn your headlights on now, I’m sure someone will die
My sternum threatens to pierce my innards
I do feel ashamed when I see the collapsed chests walking around me
I’m so worried I may have to someday live I might vomit
I step outside. The sun feels like vinegar
Flies land delicately on my fingertips. I know there was never a point
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