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travel
i dropped my hands
out of defense.
preparing for punishment
words came and went.
swallowing whole
the parts of the shell
i'm constructing
from the inside out
now
i can't even tell
what day it is.
i guess that's the way
god deals with the broken
please slow down
all around me
the chemicals have found me
and they're the only thing that ground me.
i will shut my eyes and pretend
to be around my friends.
only to open them
and be alone again.
the tread is wearing thin on the tires
that roll underneath me
slowly depleting.
i think this trip will defeat me.
