fragility of life
[the empty feeling at two am] nothing goes away anymore
i’m stuck with identical curving lines down my wrists
and the thought that “something’s changed” -because i don’t understand myself anymore
and all i know how to do is stare at the ceiling
i love myself and i love the whole fucking world! (is what i must repeat)
what have i become? and what have you become?
suicidal dreamers (!) and yet i still cannot forget.
and yet i’m staring at the ceiling
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