collection of me being a silly goose (poetry)

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There's something inside me; within my innards.
I don't know how it even got there.
But it festers within me, infecting my organs.
I can't breathe.
It just continues to grow, continues to infect the forgotten parts of myself.
Segments of my past I didn't want to remember.
The ones I forgoed searching for when they became lost.

So, I want to free myself of whatever has rendered me so vulnerable
But I cannot.
For I don't wish to rediscover the fragmented pieces of me.
Because it'll hurt more. Because the pain of this infection I can still bear
But of that, I could not.
I couldn't live with the agony of seeing myself again:
The person who I allowed myself to become.

kinda short but its been a while !

+ stay safee <3 :)

published apr 29

a/n 10/2/24 tbf this is kinda real but i need to get my old self back regardless fr