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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2174023
Confronting emotions.
I want to wear someone else’s shoulders.
To stand in front of the mirror and let them hang,
until the broad blades cut into the bow of my back.
I want to recount my lost causes as the blood merges
at the soles of my feet. To relive rejection, the dire thrill
of resignation. The grief of a thousand days that collapse
into night. I want to bear the weight of all this,
and teach myself how to shrug it off.
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