tearing out my insides now
i'm alone even before the real abandonment
alone to keep me and myself
internal struggle, oh so true
my hair falls out
as i take in the world around me
landing where it pleases
and all i can see is street trash
walking next to me
projecting my troubled thoughts onto filth
mood swings that can't be treated
...with anything but life.
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