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who wouldve known
that a soul
so small
as mine
could harbor
such hatred

who wouldve known
how easily
everything
could be painted
black

my bones
were once made
of the purest
white,
but once you
rot
you can never
come back
to life
i sat
in the
bathtub
staring
at the
broken
blood vessels
in my legs
and wondered
if they were
whole
before you left,
too.
it was a
goodbye
that made my
capillaries
explode

it made
my heart valve
backflow

and my ribcage
crack

they say that
internal bleeding
is fatal

and i guess
i am now
a part of the
statistic
that agrees
with that
*mortal kombat voice*
youll learn to
respect
the demons
you share
this earth with
when you realize
that some of them
reside within you
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