i thought feelings were meant to hurt!
they were supposed to tear me up!
it feels more like a radio with no stations sunk into my gutthe white-noise was gentle, underwhelming
it wasn't supposed to dissolve me!
it was meant to swallow me whole!just tell me how im so angry so numb
god i wish you'd fallen less quietly

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how to not die alone(on hold)
Poetryin this act i attempt to write ¿poems? i think,