Pauses
Nauseating anxiety...
Before every time I write
To trust the pen
-the only true measure of my might
Is a reconciling of what we've always known
So I drown in blissful ignorance
-nobody wants to be alone
A reluctant fiend to your every whim
It's all I could do to breathe
-so you burnt me alive
Smoke clouds and choked throats
The nights have always been what I hate most
Out of mind but never out of sight
-the only way I know how to love you right
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