I want to bend my fingers
so far back, I feel the
nails on my wrist bone
Crunch them into fists
until fingertips
pass through the
other side
Scream in agony
and retch until
I my heart stops
screaming
I want to bend my fingers
so far back, I feel the
nails scrape against the
wrist bone
...So far back
I'll finally be free
to live in the past
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