im humming
in the quiet
and my voice is the same
why is there a muffler in my mouthi 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 floori 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 anymorei 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,