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It’s not that I’m impossible to love, it’s just easier not to

I mean my mind can sometimes be a black oasis

too much of nothingness not a lot of self love

on the bad days my voice can feel a lot like broken glass

this body, nothing but a fault line

asking me to just keep breathing will feel like a chore

Watching me self destruct will feel like watching a bad movie

my apologies get old really fast

but I am really sorry

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