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switch over please

my palms sweat
like i've lost a bet
and my body shivers
and my left hand quivers
short breaths
and a sharp headache
but it all begins
with the most simplest of things
like a stammer of words, 
like noticing the quirks
but the most irritating thing
is the soft voice that sings
the lullaby of my own demise,
add blurry eyes 
to the list
and that kiss
of my demise begins to start
leaving me asking questions like "what
the hell am i supposed to do?"
so i switch over whenever i can

#criss(the switch over part)
(#promise...don't worry this shit is a part of me)
-yakaa: jujaa:

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Beep-ish said…
Now I'm confused...is it Crycis (Crysis...crisis or any other variation) or criss
#peace
yakaa: jujaa said…
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