i cut myself for you
tattoos, stinging
raw & real
ink and blood
i saw you in the flood
i hung on each word
like a magazine
all the dreams
torn to smithereens
crocodile tears
saltwater fears
i learned to swim
over the years
i couldn't breathe
cause i was done
no hand could heal
the things that stung
wild animals
i hang on tight
i let them run
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