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Sep 2019
i did not let go.
i held on till there was nothing left to hold on to.
i held on even when the string tightened and cracked my bones.
i held on through rope-burn until i had no skin left.
β€œand was it worth it?
what did you get in return?”
a broken hand.
jinx
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jinx  23/California
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