Twenty

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The day i turned twenty

The muscles in my heart pump slower than they did at nineteen

And another thousand irreplaceable neurons died on me

And another thousand pints of blood and sweat I’d breathed life into

All naivety of teen years shed off like old skin, I rose

Writhed out of my past and rose out of it in all futility

The day I turned twenty

A world full of good and evil lay infront of me

My chances of getting heard were greater than they were at Nineteen

Yet I stay trapped in a decaying form of flesh and bone

In wait for an escape to rescue me

To save me from the claws of my own being

Today I feel the noose tighten around my throat

Because today I’m seting myself free

One hundred cells at a time, one hundred memories gone

Now the muscles in my heart don’t pump and all cells have given up on me

Waste of space reclaimed by my dead body

No good it ever did to me, turning twenty.

 

 

 

 

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