"...We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do
is stand on the curb and say 
Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time."
-Richard Siken
  • i've always lived in my head
  • JoinedJuly 17, 2018
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vlcoffee vlcoffee Apr 28, 2025 03:22PM 
i had so much hope in the blindest day, and in the fog, imagination burst like a swarm of insects flock around the only flicker of light but when all fog cease and in the presence of the sun, i find...
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