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If disappearing is all you know, why didn’t you expect to disappear too?

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Spinning. Circling. We are the same. I think that’s the problem. Your pain and mine overlap like a knife and a cut. But who is the knife and who is the cut?

Nether of us are without sin. The cut has become sharper, a knife in its own right. Are our actions the same? We have hurt eachother, but how do we move on from that? How do we stop comparing wounds and start trying to heal? To stop plunging the blade into each other?

Yes. Our wounds hurt. I will never know the depth of your’s nor you mine. Despite this, the cut bleeds, and the knife still plunged. Even if it was never a knife, it still cut. And a cut can become a blade in its own right.

It’s hard to stop comparing the wounds, challenging their depths, their ages. But the instinct to defend the plunge, to over explain the act that created it, is not healing anything. We are still here, knife in cut. Cut in cut. How do we move on? What can we do? What should I do?

What can I say that won’t turn into a knife?

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hold

yourself

together

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moment 153

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E N D PT. II

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there's nothing left... i'm not anything anymore...

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the inherent evil of the passage of time

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but they won't // 12.16.2023

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