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why do people look at me with their eyes filled with pity. as if they’re sad, not because of something i or they have done, just for the sole fact that i must bear the curse of existing in this form.

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The only crime I’ve committed is being born.

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How many times will we have to paint people’s ashes on mother times hands? How many tears can one shed, till the water that comes out their eyes burns into their skin, the only noticeable feature on them being stains.

When will we regain our humanity?

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How does one become a mother the moment they are born?

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I want to dive into the pool created by my tears, then maybe I could get the embrace I long for. Even if it is merely water sinking into my lungs causing my consciousness to fade away. As my heart begins to stop bleeding and my eyes lose their light, I’d feel content for at least something wanted to touch me. I don’t understand this pain, i am in a city surrounded by lights that pale the moon. Yet i still feel the pull of her as she sways me back to drown in her waves. Each time I believe my head is above water, the toes I stand up on are swept away and I am engulfed by the water once more. A pain that cannot be described is one that curses my life till I am left nothing but a shell of the person I used to be.

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In order to connect to something so despairing, one must let themselves fall into the pit. The one whose edges I’ve been holding onto till my nail beds were nothing but flesh and blood.