chimes and rustling wind with no sound

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why are you still living in my head?
i kicked you out, didn't i? 
three hundred sixty five times for
each day, with you carrying either 
a brand new or a retro vintage filtered excuses.
are you ever going to run out of lies? 
but, when you do, do this. leave.
you're a six foot three burden when you're standing.
you make my heart too heavy for my chest.
how many more broken doors, 
made out of pulverized hearts,
are you leaving cut wide open?
now, locks are getting fixed so go.
out of my mind, out of my chest,
out of my sight, out of my skin.
i can't carry on when my body's on strife-
with a head that says, go
and a heart that beats and begs, no, just stay.