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911

You’re my new addiction. Tunnel vision got me spinning wild. I don’t wear prescription, But with you my thoughts are blurry, violent. Textbook fashion. Race through my mind. Past the limit. A ticket on sight. Color is valid. In their minds. Our fingers are knotted together. Eyebrows raised; they look so vicious. Hear the chimes, sweater weather. Cold like the looks that they give us. Why they mad that we're together? Just like them, I’ll play victim. A victim of the fifteen letters. The system of triple digits. I emerge and see it all. Afraid to make the call. Who do you call when you’re afraid Of the ones that hold the reigns? They emerge and see it all, But their eyes are laced shut. Suicide rates go up. Foaming mouth like a mutt. Hands are tied in the front. Bleeding out like a cut. Hotline number, call it corrupt. The system is bound to erupt.

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