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drowned in my own discomfort, i reak of gunfire and bullet holes. i've safety-pinned my scars to my flesh- don't leave me. such mistakes could not be prevented; i can make myself null- numb- and sidetrack my way through this bloodred alley. i have paved it several times before, transfers of inadequacy onto a paved road of cement, on which i can fall flat on my face. pillows of forgotten forces, clotting crimsons and regurgitated voids failed to cushion this tattered face, torn from dirty cages and scarred in fornevermores.