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Nov 2016
sometimes i forget that i exist
i wake up without knowing what time it is
but it's fine because i've forgotten that pain is a thing
that last night i could've cried
because i missed being able to say out loud how i felt for you
but also because i was having the millionth existential crisis of the week.

sometimes i just
i forget that i exist
it's like when you're sleeping but not really dreaming
but you're conscious of the nothingness that has become for just a second,
everything.

and for some reason
i've never talked to a person that understands what that nothing is,

but

sometimes,
i forget that they don't exist where i do
because if i don't exist then there's nothing and that means that
they don't exist

but me,
i forget that i exist.
how can i forget that i am alive?
it's like i can feel my body,
but i can feel the space between my fingers
no matter how tight i hold my hands together.

sometimes
i worry
because i forget that i am here
i forget that i am a living being
i forget that i am skin and bones
and memories
and connections with other people
and i am pain and sorrow and tears and light.

sometimes
i want to forget that i am here
i want to forget that i exist.
sometimes it's easier to imagine
not existing.

but sometimes,
when i forget that i exist-

i've never wanted to exist
but sometimes,

i realize i do.
i am here.
and if i am here
then so are you.
i'm so tired of people being ignored and killed and painted wrongfully. i'm tired of war and hate and hate and hate being released in all of the ******* wrong ways. i am tired of bullets and blood and self induced pain and shaving my head to protect myself. i am tired of you being better than her and him being better than me and you being all there ******* is. there is no we if there can be a they. i am so tired. i can't find words to express how much i want everyone to ******* stop being alive because we are evil and we are horrible to each other and we don't deserve this sky and these dogs and the water and autumn and words. we don't deserve any of this, if we can't handle love and hate with two hands and a heart open to understanding that these are both powerful emotions that can get out of control.
maybe marc
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maybe marc  24/Non-binary/where?
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