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when i exhale
it feels as though ten thousand
nails are pried from my soul
you put them there
and you and you
i allowed them to stay
not on purpose
my unconscious rules
most of the time
and it aches
at night to be alone
and think of everyone everything
everywhere else
their lives and their goals
their loves and their happiness
i rot away
as i always do
alone, allowing the brain to stew
it isn’t fair
that i find you
then this
that i open myself
only to find more abyss 

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