present tense gradually shifting to past
open wounds, bleeding, crawling down my arm
usurping every ability to think rationally
requiring time spent to be exasperating
inside me, organs churning
nothing to soothe, nothing to calm
gaining misfortune at every step
making sure you twist deeper in to my side
youth draining, pain seizing
solitude comes at such a lofty price
even though it was your every desire
leaving behind something certain
for the thrill of something new
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