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Surrounded by the air I breathe  
Yet I'm still suffocating
Headaches and body shakes
Is this the final hour?
 
Justified by those who die
I see no practical reason
This blood I taste and the time I waste  
Are lost under blind eyes
 
Look right through me and you'll find yourself
I'm just a copy of a copy
I'm alive but I'm not living
I'm shredding time as well as skin
 
In this moment I'm italicized
Lead belly sinking into a glass statue
Blue-green tint on my open casket
A flag is burning on the White House lawn
 
Semi-tolerable antidepressant pipe dream
Fingertips and migraines
I can't forget the sound of your voice
Cataracts call my eyes home