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I'm...Alive.
I'm alive,
I suck this air like a slobbery nipple,
From a childs bottle,
I articulate, I try really hard,
To make it seem like I'm breathing,
Because sometimes I stare off,
Vacant and alone,
Surrounded by people,
And their heads scan up and down me,
Is she okay? You in there Mariah?
No I'm good, No really, I'm alright,
I'm just…just breathing, ya know?
Just pumping this blood in my veins,
And bleeding, inside myself,
And while I'm just a moving and shuddering
Piece of organic matter,
I still have these weak twinges of pain,
Emotion? They call it?
And, oh, how they make me question if I'm alive,
But.. No matter how many times this boy lies,
No matter how many sour tears I shed,
I'm alive.
Mariah, you're alive,
I'm alive…
I'm Alive?
No. I am alive.
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