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 Mar 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Owen
I want to be alone
but the loneliness
strangles me.
Nights like this
I'm wasting away
,frozen,
eyes wide with anxiety.
I want to die in my sleep.
But tomorrow I'll wake
and
suffering will resume.
 Mar 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Colm
the ink
 Mar 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Colm
our nature is not inkwells
our tongues are pens
our will's to live
This place is a run down, poorly lit bus stop on the wrong side of town. You're stranded at birth and die waiting on the bus home.

It suits me just fine.
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