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tall

letting go is supposed to feel good, right?

invigorating and freeing

so why is there a pit in my stomach
with bones rattling down my throat?

why is there a chain rusting and swinging against my rib cage?

why is there a hiccup forming around the shape of my lips, the ones you used to kiss?

why is there a single kaleidoscope sliding down from my left eye?

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i think i've finally let go.

i suppose, nothing ever feels right

the wrong way you would love me
and the turns, you would fool me

i'm going straight down the road,
no twists and no turning back

i feel exhausted and tried

i feel broken and searched

i'm aching but i wont rest until i just reach my limit

"did you think i was going to give up that easy?"