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it seems I'm slipping
tripping on myself
who knew I could be such a hindrance
sobriety seems strange
counter 'reality'
unfamiliar tones in the voices in the colors
around me

if I could just...

slip into a more comfortable skin

headaches return and I don't feel pain
just a pressure underneath my eyes
I've learned to ignore it
but I can't anymore
because - I'm told - that there is
beauty beyond the pain

if I could just...

slip into a comfortable love

I think I'd find myself to be
less of a burden
if I were a gift to someone else