Am I dead to you yet?
As if asking makes any sense.
I'm taking pictures just to prove that I exist.
And I wonder if it's on your mind
Just as often as it is on mine.
I'm shaking hands with square one.
And now, I'm right back where I started from.
My skin and these bones
Within in this bed know all too well
They can't be alone.
So the currents of these sheets need little effort to drown me.
I'm sinking quicker than I thought.
O, I've been betrayed by my own body.
And now I'm right back where I started from.
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