Strung Out.

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It's like you want me to die.
You wrap skinny fingers
Around my head
And squeeze,
Nails break my skin.
You chill me with a glare.
Hateful.
What happened to that warmth?

You stick fingers down my throat.
And make me spit up everything
I didn't want to say.

Just hold me again,
Don't put this pressure in my brain.

Don't make me forget my own name.
I'm one in a million
And that's pretty scary.

Lost for a lifetime.
A splintering memory.

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⏰ Last updated: May 18, 2017 ⏰

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