there is a pain that comes from holding on too long a subtle knife that scrapes the veins we both know i'm leaving i'm already gone even if i'm here today the line that defines the shape of our lives slowly bleeds into gray the line that divides this world from my mind can only lead me away this ever present terror of what each day will bring that i won't find the strength to live alive enough to see just how far away i am from where i really need to be
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