At This Point

I'm trying to escape the thrashings of your split.
I honestly can't deal with it.
Plus an awakening
that's shaking
the sickness inside of me.

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I have layed it all on the line.
Too bad I'm about to flat-line.
I'm tired of tight-roping.
Jokes on you.

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The past soils the present.
I want it to stop.
The present is turning to past.
And I stopped wanting it.