as i lean against the wall,
i am biting through the inside of my lip.
bite, bite, pierce the tissue.
im chewing up my lips,
from the inside out.
they swell,
you notice it now.
my lip is destorted,
but i still speak.
i whine,
i lied,
i can't speak.
my lip is gone.
it was butchered until the pieces fell to the floor.
the ground behind me,
like a fairytale trail of lip pieces.
they will live, even if i don't.
they will tell the story,
because they know i wont.
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