that im still here
writing
breathing
that i didn't kill myself
when things were hard
that my grip is still strong
when i saw no light
but when i couldn't sleep
and i couldn't write
—i'd think of you
i learned to convert you to
edges and curves
losing myself in translation
where i was the savior
no dots, no ends
you wouldn't get it
it didn't hurt you
so i weep
and rewrite
— and carry the burden
hold our lies
you sit back
and watch with disgust
as our reshapings
collapse my back
and shatter my spine
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