~| s y n a p s e |~
(a course in deadening)



breath my way,
and i'll fight you
every step of the way.

the lip of giving up
is the proving ground,
turn back,
or die...
been there and back,
my hearts a livid stack
of unrelenting steel
and you can't touch me
anymore.


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