a cursed cycle
the ancestral rite of passage
the last to see the sun
the first to see the fault

and ultimately suffer because of

it's a burden i've put onto my friends
the ones who show me what it would've been like
the opposite of a lonely child

the ones that undo the deafening silence of a pause screen
the ones who let me take a turn without raising their voice

they're the ones who remember what i say
and who i am