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i watched you stop kicking the habit & it's ugly head isn't yours it isn't mine. you can't battle demons that aren't your own. so i'm limping from wearing the shoe that hasn't dropped & they're still lying & lying in wait. if they hold it against us they'll push us together. didn't they ? maybe we fell. but i keep catching you watching me. this isn't your jacket but i am wearing your heart on my sleeve. if i pull out the safety pin who will explode ? no one here knows, it's the way that you watch me. we're on the same side of the same velvet rope, between us we know both sides of the same story. in combat medicine, the vertical hour is the time immediately after a disaster when one can be of the most help. in this house, attributing intentionality has turned into an act of blind faith whether it's to you or me or a lightning bolt. we've stopped sleeping. talk about identity theft. invade me.