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fingers through my hair
getting stuck through the tangles
music louder than my thoughts
everything I do to drown you out.
How come there's water in my throat?
swallowing me whole.
I can't breathe.
Is that too nauseating?
Feeling the cliché again?
Bouncing off glass
Muted, blurry noises
Scratching over and over
Years can pass but I see you everywhere I go.
Where is the place that you haven't yet gone?
When is the day where you haven't yet touched?
Everywhere I look
Like fingers curling around my throat
When does it stop?
What is there for me to hold?
Who has the upper hand?

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