losing myself
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I have done it before
I won’t do it again
I don’t know my limits
But I’ll pretend
This world that doesn’t revolve around me,
if you're reading this, clearly it's too late
you made me wait, hate, and waste
time and energy, invested thoughts and feelings
but since you're reading this, you might need to understand
I’m losing my skin
to this cold winter’s day.
I’m slipping from you
and that’s all I can say.
I can’t feel myself
under this snow.
