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self destruct
i don't explode
i self destruct
my internal gears
break down
my mind
goes numb
my eyes
glazed over
my mouth
sewn shut
the flesh on my body
is cold to touch
my heart
a time bomb ticking
a flame snuffed out
no longer dancing
a marionette
with cut strings
a lifeless body
with no veins
there aws a start
but there is no end
it seems that darkness
is lights best friends
the countdown begins
it's been way too much
i don't explode
i self destruct
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