“I’m okay,” I say,
but it feels like there’s hot glass in my throat.
Every sorry tastes like copper
and I smile
so they don’t ask again.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 7:05 PM UTC
“I’m okay,” I say,
but it feels like there’s hot glass in my throat.
Every sorry tastes like copper
and I smile
so they don’t ask again.
I gotta get some sleep
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