chapter 33: 'help'

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While I threw up all I had stored,

For her to hurry and collect,


Some words still stayed in the back of my teeth,

As I learned once again how to breathe,


I could not bare to look into her eyes,

For they would seize the opportunity,

And in a second pierce mine,

And realize that I was never fine,


I could not hold my head up with my neck,

So I held it with trembling hands,

The tears strangers to numb cheeks,

But adhered to dark hair strands,

Why, oh why, do my eyes have leaks,

I ask, for I'm unfamiliar with this land,

As since I last broke, it has been weeks,

So I cry and before I die, demand,

Why, oh why did I break the streak,

In which I 'thrived' without reaching for a hand.

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