Crack in Mind/Knives in My Back

Two steps forward three steps back the cracks in my mind are the knives in my back. My smile breaks apart my legs won’t bear my weight, the cracks in my mind riddle this rotten form of mine. The knives find my back and leave it riddled with tracks of scars, the pain I knew has once more come home to roost, my smile cracks apart, my skull no longer whole, the cracks in my mind begin to show true.

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