I'm spitting out my mantra
trembling. The fear is spinning
in my guts, it's turning something
in me. Now I'm pulling punches. God speaks and it shatters my collarbone.
That wasn't too kind. He said quit
your whining. Crowds of hostile
people yell. Hey, spill your guts out,
now file yourself down. You can
phase me in and out. Focus your
mouth on nicer things I could say to
you. I'm mixing timelines. Oh my god,
I'm cracking up.
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