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Aug 2015
beat myself up til i break something
and try to replace what i’ve broken
with pieces of someone else.
torpedo what works til it sinks
and try to salvage a heart from the
wreckage of what once was.

beat myself up til something bleeds
patch up the wounds with masking tape
and hope that the dams don’t burst free.
crash the party you threw til someone
calls the cops and it’s all broken up
and i’m swinging from the chandelier

yelling ‘someone make sense of this!’
i lived in canada for a vicious few months
i think this coalesces as a distillation
big sleeper
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big sleeper  34/M/everywhere
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