shadowed in confusion, and, *greed?
Blood that doesn't bleed,
tears stuck in my throat.
Where is this message I can neither hear nor heed?
And who constructed this bridge-less moat?
Sometimes it feels to be all pretense,
though these moments are infinite between the times of relent.
Why can I not articulate this reality?
Where is the clarity in this insanity?
*need?
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?
Because I cannot hear myself.
Silence. A disclaimer.
My smile is real.
My laugh is sincere.
When I say I am alright I speak the truth.
Though I could not even say what truth means.
When was that switch flipped?
From being a matter of surviving months to a matter of surviving hours?
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