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2017 there are days
I don’t know why I came here.
I stage myself on the sidelines
with a hollow smile
and everyone lets me
there is only so much outside
a shell can take.
there is a difference between
being accepted
and being known.
everything pours in
and I am the bottom of the ocean
eroding to dust.
they can only ask me if I’m okay
so many times
before I break open.
