i’m happy somewhere
There is no cure
For what’s festering inside of me
The beast i know so well
Crawled into bed with me, and i let it happen.
I sewed my own mouth shut
And resorted to mutilating my own thoughts
They come back in the most inconvenient moments
When i brush my teeth or toss in restless sleep.
Isn’t it embarrassing?
I’m not six anymore
That version of me never existed before, and never will exist again.
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