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I talk to hide your faults, I’m silent to keep the peace. I’m an owl in reverse — active only in the day. I swallow; it’s a relief for my physical pain. I swallow them because I can’t grasp the basic human physiology. I inject them when it becomes overbearing. I can do without them — I do, in fact, do without them. I embrace the pain. But when both pains — the physical and the mental — arrive together, I’m doomed to do nothing. You say I’m not the first or the last to be sick. I know that. It’s why I’m quiet. I’m trying to be alone. It’s working. I spend hours with myself, then realise — nobody really realises. Then it sinks deeper: I’m alone, my cord was cut since birth. I have constellations of things you have no knowledge about. You throw the word slump around me like I’ve sinned. Maybe I have — being both physically and mentally deficient. I avoid you because we’re toxic to each other. I’m not what you programmed me to be. But I’m waiting for the flames you keep praying to engulf me — because surely, I won’t stay here longer than you. I can’t afford that.
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Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
Constellations You’ll Never Know
I talk to hide your faults, I’m silent to keep the peace. I’m an owl in reverse — active only in the day. I swallow; it’s a relief for my physical pain. I swallow them because I can’t grasp the basic human physiology. I inject them when it becomes overbearing. I can do without them — I do, in fact, do without them. I embrace the pain. But when both pains — the physical and the mental — arrive together, I’m doomed to do nothing. You say I’m not the first or the last to be sick. I know that. It’s why I’m quiet. I’m trying to be alone. It’s working. I spend hours with myself, then realise — nobody really realises. Then it sinks deeper: I’m alone, my cord was cut since birth. I have constellations of things you have no knowledge about. You throw the word slump around me like I’ve sinned. Maybe I have — being both physically and mentally deficient. I avoid you because we’re toxic to each other. I’m not what you programmed me to be. But I’m waiting for the flames you keep praying to engulf me — because surely, I won’t stay here longer than you. I can’t afford that.
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GreY
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
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