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Slow it down

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Stop and listen 

My skin is on fire, listen to it crackle 

The voices of the villains cackle. 

Hush, be quiet

My lungs are ashes

The past creeps in through the gashes 

If I could pretend to breathe clean air

Maybe he would promise to stay right there

To stay safe with me, 


In places no evil can reach. 

In hideaways far from contact 


I reach for him, only… he won’t reach back. 

Where are you? 



Where are you?