im humming
in the quiet
and my voice is the same
why is there a muffler in my mouth
i dont want it like that
and then im thinking
but theres silence
because my mind hit a wall
then crawled like broken eggs to the floor
i dont want it to look like that
in the yolks my reflection
nothing, blurry, i cant concentrate
and my eyes unfocus so the carpet is clean
im still there but i dont know where that is anymore
i dont want it to be like that.
then im standing and its empty
but its breaking out my ribs
but theres nothing and im thoughtless and
i dont want to be like this
//nah this one isnt even ok
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how to not die alone(on hold)
Poetryin this act i attempt to write ¿poems? i think,
