Eliza McLamb

It's like riding shotgun in my own mind
See myself passing exits, running through red lights
I try to snap out of it but I'm always out of it
That's kind of my problem

I miss my body
I miss the feeling even when it hurt
I burn myself to see if I'm real
Because not existing is worse

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