~| i n c i n i d o . e n c i n a d o |~



i'm sick.
I can barely swallow.
I look in the mirror,
and its more than that.
I'm wasted
wrecked
pulled like copper wire.
but I wasn't
always this...

...worn

you wouldn't recognise me.
my eyes are dull
and i'm missing
that famous smile.

its easy to see,
my angel
withdrew his wings
now i'm in the harshest light
left like this
and now
i live
with this new me...

but i never forgot a thing.


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