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Things feel heavy
seeping into the ground
suffocating the atoms
burning off oxygen
weighing me down


My face is starting to crack
cheeks chiseled from smiling
eyes reek of broken happiness
the tears burn a trail for the rest
It leads them to death


And the love lights all fixtures
masking out the darkness
we pretend to be cannibals
feeding off our own toxins
the sickness coats everything


And then we break
the things we pined for dissolve
too much sick to get well
too much hell to find heaven
loneliness wins


Thanks sweet nothings.
Thank you for winning again.