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  May 2019 Ephemeral Oblivion
Scorpius
Her words
Paint memories
First in broad
Blurry
Strokes,
Then in tiny
Brutal
details,
That speak
To harms
Incurred
In silence.
My words
Fall,
Crack,
And scatter.
“I wish I had known”
I just want someone who thinks the world spins simply because I am in it
How much do you want me to do?
How much will be enough?
When will it stop?
When can I just...
Stop?
I'm so ******* done with life.
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