Of the words spewing from my convulsing mouth
Would be impossible due to the incessant beating
Of an object called the heart
"Get the fuck up, keep going"
Is all it said.
"This time, this fucking time"
Is what was previously said
"Fuck it"
Is what it will say in the future
As the words tremble from my lips
The feelings are mumbled
As the teeth are grinding onto one another
Ever knowing, ever seeing
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