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Illustration by @luciesalgado
Inside the vase is hollow
To stand is cynical.
One hundred beatings every minute; Pulses the brain as twice as I breathe.
I do not ask of anyone to save me.
Know that I'm dying.
With every minute I stand,
I fall.
Words are edema.
Empathy is useless without healing.
Traditional medicine I've learned has immuned me,
Or I've abused it to the point of numbing.
I look for it.
It.
What is it?
Why am I still standing?
Why are You hiding Your face from me?
Or am I who does this to myself?
What did I do?
I've obeyed the rules; I pleased too many people.
Except me.
Until when.
Time falls, the solutions follow. Or so I think.
I said I dive to darkness
And you permitted.
Where is the light.
Light.
Lumiere.
I was.
And will always be.
To some.
But never for me.
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Part of the MyPlotTwist collection
Published on November 22, 2017
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