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tight band across my chest
because what calms me doesn't make any damn sense
when you get home you take it OFF...
but I wear it to bleed my bleeding cost.
cantilevered til you can't breathe,
little bit-a-padding means nothing to me,
I breathe too much every goddamn day...
it's when I stop. ...I feel more sane.
not for the cd, not for the t,
not for anything reason you accuse of me,
not for any reason I can explain...
I. Just. Like. It. Okay?
it's none of your business anyway,
it's not your money, it's not your body, it's not your play,
it's not hurting you or making you less,
just because of a tight band across my chest.
Punctuation matters. The Brits call a "period" a full stop for a reason. Try reading this with more staccato.