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alive

there's something i feel
        deep
                down
                        inside
it's eating me
alive
it grows everyday,
until there's nowhere to hide
and controls all my movements
        my muscles
                and stride
i know
        it's eating me alive
it fears
        only one
                courageous and strong
it won't stop eating
                        until i am gone
it owns my body
                my soul
                        and my heart
and it's ripping my pieces         apart
my thoughts are of it
                always true
i spend all my time,
                thinking of you
holding you         touching you
                        you touching me
how happy we could be

if we both felt something
        deep
                down
                        inside
but it only eats

        me
                alive





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