Poem 178: Tissue

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Tissue

I get distant, right

I don't mean to just diss you

I'll
fight for
your
life

But don't think mine's an issue

I'm
down in
the
night

My skin's breaking like tissue

Can't
do nothing
right

But just know that I'll miss you

My chest
feels
tight

Maybe my heart will rip too

I
want to
die

I can't bare to continue...

[em]




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