i often wonder

i often wonder that i often not notice the way one's hands glide as they touch things they could not how they grasp at things they deem abhorrent and obnoxious yet the hunger in clenched veins is rather obvious than not why feed eager pain with self-loathing what's there's to gain? away with mourning. so i often wonder that i often not notice the way i held my hands unwilling to let go when in fact i could always could not.

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