I smile.
And my mind is wound around every thought that passes through.
And my arms tense.
And I can't find my heart.
I smile.
And my skin feels kind of tight.
And my breaths run away.
And I can't find my heart.
I smile.
And my nail-polish is chipping.
And my eyes want to close.
And I can't find my heart.
I smile.

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