chapter 36: 'breakdown'

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My tears flood me until they flow hand in hand with blood,

The mixture begins to boil and my body temp goes up,

My fists are made of iron and my jaw bones make themselves seen,

I forget about them or that, future or past,

I hit. I punch. I scream,

And along with my cries, tears trickle down,

Tragic; for them to leave me only when I shatter,

Rather than oozing out when a fracture forms,

Perhaps it's their nature; they're denser,

Holding unspoken blames and eternal regrets,

My body won't let them go,

It will build a third and fourth fortress, this time of stone.

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