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All the particles of my brain Are washing away… Down Down Afloat this scarred skin Through the worn out veins Streaming without a sound But labored breathing There goes my brain… Up Up Blending with the air Air, this lungs could not hold Anymore I saw my limbs Peacefully resting with the rest of my body How perfect they are on the ground Like they’ve always meant to blend. ©reddragonfly🌹
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