step one.

                                    
i'm giving it up and turning in.
cleaning out my pockets
it's not a choice
you're infecting my mind.

i need to get well,
to be on my own
out of the panic
out of the have to

i'm dead if i stay
can't you see you're suffucating me?
slowly bringing me to the push

i'm back where i started 
and don't want to be rescued

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