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Fighting my own battle inside my head

My barely beating heart

The physical manifestation of dread

It lives in my chest, wakes up when I lay in bed

As I grasp at what's already gone

Premeditated murder of the mind

Break the cycle of the poisoned psyche

Scared of the night because of what controls me

The ultimate con job, the body tricks the soul

As I try to rest in a place that I can't be consoled

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