“You’re so much more than the crack in my side
You’re the only thing that keeps me alive.”
I scrape out the words on cardboard and pieces of paper. I have been too listless to try and figure out what it really means to me. These days I write down the words first and just hold on to the rhythm of them. Meanings… don’t really mean much anyways.
I can give it any meaning I want to in retrospect, later, when I feel better. My mind will be more vivacious, hungry and beating again soon. I just need rest now.
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