A Thousand Cuts

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How does one break

the bonds of the heart?

With a thick enough

knife, how does one start?


Why does one breathe

for people who cannot see?

Who cannot see me?


Why does one love

people who cannot be?

Yet our paths cross,

intertwining endlessly.


How does one speak

when there are no words?


If I scream loud enough

Maybe I'll be heard!


But I return to the box

And my home

And my room

If love is a prison

then life is a tomb.

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