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Borderline

reflection
deception
mindfulness
misconception
I'm so split
counterfeit

all this work that I've done
looks like I'm blindfolded with a gun

misperceived
reality
is going to be
the death of me
these demons feed
on anarchy
it is haunting me
I have nowhere to run

I am out of my mind
is it real this time?
I can't catch my breath
always racing time
too many things I've left
I am never right
sink those teeth in deep
take a bite of my life

will I make it out alive?