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God knows where I’d be

if I hadn’t stepped

on every crack I’ve come across

That’s just me, I keep it all locked up inside

I’m addicted to crying,

losing strength is my drug,

but only if it comes hand in hand with being

high on life and

drunk on foolish dreams.

I’m addicted to wanting the things I can’t have anymore

and suddenly remembering they’re not mine

I’m prone to tripping

but falling is rarer

and I only do that if I’m sliced open weak

You should feel special, you’re

one of the ones who can slice me open.