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Jul 2023
I'd cut my veins open

and swim in the pool of my own blood

if it meant that I was getting better at
being who I am

you worry that I'll drown

you can't save me from myself

but if I came out to dry

fully realized

would you be the one to hand me the towel

or would you have already gone
I'm getting better at this
Written by
Israel Alderete  20/M
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