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Laughter in my lungs Love in my arms Joy in my bed

Messy sheets and hair but loving eyes and an happy heart.

I wanted to carry you with grace to the end but I carry only my own shame.

In stillness the spirit is born.

When my head spins my heart burns. Aching but spinning, this is how I prefer to fall into bed.

Comfort. Like the cushion on my hips. Poison. Just like the touch of your lips.

I like to let my broken heart bleed.

Remembering, longing, leaving. Forward.

Cut me and you'll know me Watch me bleed and I'll love you

I close my eyes and see you still so clearly. I open my eyes and see nothing clearly anymore.

Nobody touches me right So I stay in my head and put up a fight