why can’t people be vulnerable,
and not have it cost anything?
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why can’t people be vulnerable,
and not have it cost anything?
every monday
i end up missing someone
or is it something?
i’m not quite sure
i persist
even if it’s not good
i long to taste the salt water again
death is the least of my worries.
the sand wraps around me from the inside
pulling me further into the earth
but instead, your skin was sour
blood rushes out of my mouth like words
it pours out of me
i drown in my own thoughts and my own mucus
there's too much noise
so strong
but breakable