home is a disease on my skin
a self-plague
one which i am incapable of handling
memories flooding
creating an onslaught of wounds and open sores
from which only loss can bleed
no matter how hard i try
the memories keep flooding
loss continues pouring
and the decision is never finalized
"i welcome this pain, beating down on me"
the only thing keeping me balanced between breathing
and the final pull of the trigger;
YOU
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