The sweat builds, and i feel it creep around my breasts.
i know everything i do not know
i feel every ounce of evey feeling that isnt mine
i live in what seems to be a box of black and shit brown
loving hating myself, yet loving myself anyways.
dwelling on a past that does not belong to me
Everyday i die
everyday i die
a different way everyday
i
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