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Quarantined
I painted a picture of perfection in the walls of your heart,
But you swore you couldn’t see it.
You gave me a fighting chance at true happiness
Only to rip it away from me like death does to life.
How can I go back to a place that doesn’t exist?
She used to let me go there but not anymore.
I haven’t exhaled in at least 3 weeks,
Not even after I watched all the chances I set up for you fail.
They say you can’t put a leg back onto a place where an arm has been,
The nerves won’t work right, like she won’t make you feel alive.
I need a place to go where I can hide all this information
To me, you were the reason to think god must be real.
