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[xiwill_follow]

So today, everything has felt like:

Nails on a chalkboard
Ice and metal on your teeth
Salt in your fucking wounds.

I have felt:

Cold at heart,
Bitter towards you

Like I know that I could:

Crack your ribs,
but never break your heart.

In my throat I feel you:

Bleeding,
and screaming at me,
vomiting up
like the precious thing you are.

But, I dont:

Know who you are,
or why you are here
and what you want with me.

But I know that I feel you,
Swarming in me, melting
and swaying with such perfect balance.