you make my heart heavy
with your low
why it matters
i just don't know
you can't feel the anxiety rushing
fleeting through my veins
you can't tell
you won't
you don't have to
between a raging fire and a bed of nails
between throw pillows and sugar coated pills
i'm all over the place.
i'm where i should be
and where i shouldn't
i do what i didn't have to
i didn't do what they do
i don't have to
but i do
why do i?
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