all i am
is chemicals and waiting.
my hands are ghosts.
they have bloody pasts
and they could scare you to death
just by wanting.
my spirit is not yet alive.
so my body will curl it up
incubate it
until the day my eyes see a world
where it is worth it.
worth living.
my mind treads water,
clinging desperately to that memory
of the last time it was still awake,
still breathing.
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when i remove the face from the words, the words are well-formed, poetic, good. but when i add the face, i feel sad. i don't suppose i could ask for help with that, if it's a legit sort of sigh.
but i like you. therefore, you have a reason to live.
oh, you noble one, you.
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