chemocallouses
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this madness has bound me
parts of me that i have buried
and hurried through these streets have resurfaced
and found me
purchasing my fears and rain
further
there are parts of me that i didn't know survived
old sitings and seeings
old places and beings
that threaten the threading that holds me together
i am falling to pieces
i cannot rest and my bed is unmade
my weekends are weakened by my own mind
and i am afraid
but i must exist and live with them
i can't pray to god for i am still mad at him
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