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Aug 2018
Head first
I pushed through every wall.

it didn’t work.

tried again, and again

it didn’t work—my head burst.

with hands worn, I went back
rebuilt them all.

it didn’t work, but I built more.

it still doesn’t work and now
my hands broke.

but at least no more
sounds come through
and at least
I’m far enough.

I’m tired, but I’m better.
I shared my words with the wonderful Elle, and this is the result. If you liked this check out Elle's page @ where there's more of this sweet stuff.

Thank you Elle, it was a pleasure.
Written by
Boi  21/M/On a chair
(21/M/On a chair)   
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