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This is no “mirror talk” 
It’s a eulogy in the making 
And your indecision towards everything about me is record-breaking 
It’s as infinite as a galaxy but not nearly as pretty 
Well everything I could want, is here with me now 
Everything I could need, I’m working for right now
Well everything I could’ve needed from you 
Has tasted the needle and watched it’s veins turn neon green
Already gone and foaming at the seams 
At least one of my manifestations deserves to rest in peace 
I’m reaiming my punch at the wall clock and not the timecard 
Through the shards, I rip out the smaller hand and admire this blade I’m now wielding 
And all this time I’m now saving 
No “higher ups” could hear me bleeding and aching through the ticks of a nine to five 
but per their message of relief, take it a minute at a time and we’ll be fine 
While I’m holding this fate-crusher in my palm, 
I might as well cross a few names off my list 
You may see this as a fight, not even working taking 
But my whole life has been an open vein and all I’ve ever done is subsist 
This is no pep rally,
It’s a eulogy in the making

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