scared and alone
time is my nemesis
don't suppose i'll ever
get the hang of this
a warm tear gently slips
down my burning cheek
life, profound and absurd.
an explanation without words
emptiness is now the blood
coursing through my veins
...writing doesn't make it real...
...it just makes it impossible to forget...
...there are hundreds of words i wish i hadn't written...
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