Confident
Oxygen addiction plagues my mind,
Whirling hurling in this façade of a skin suit.
I can't stop moving-
Gracefully escaping myself,
Will it make me confident?
Spiraling into the depths
Of curtains that would steal my fix,
Smother me in confident
Confidences shared between the wings
Fluttering nervously away-
And I will be alone.
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