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Jun 2020
I built the dam holding back my crazy
With the only thing I could find at the time.
There’s a wall of twigs holding back the storming ocean inside me,
And they’re snapping in two.

***, when I wanted to wait.
SNAP.

“How can you eat that?”
SNAP.

“I cut you off because you don’t always have the best views, and I didn’t want you giving him the wrong idea...”
SNAP.

“Well the problem is black people...”
SNAP. SNAP. SNAP.

“It’ll be good for us to be apart more.”
SNAP.

“That’s you, shouting at the world because no one is listening.”
SNAP.

“I don’t know how you two are supposed to have kids when neither of you can accomplish more than one thing in a day.”
SNAP.

“I rearranged your bathroom counter.”
SNAP.

“Well I don’t want you to think this is okay when we’re married someday...”
SNAP.

I’m barely holding on.
Anonymous Freak
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Anonymous Freak  22/F/USA
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