I wake up
in a pool of my own blood
and I can’t sew up my old scars.
Through a hole in the ceiling,
I’m climbing to a better place.
It’s only a better view
of what I’m leaving behind.
So let me pack my things
and get out of here,
I’ve been planning to break out alive.
This feels like the best way out.
Up here, I’m so filled with smoke,
it seems such a long
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