| | when you were young, i fed you candles speckled with sharpie ink. i
printed you pictures of trees tall and wide, telling you that you one
day would grow tall and wide. i showed you what you couldn't do, and
told you what you shouldn't do. i laughed when you cried and i read you
books about the future and jesus christ and you told me you don't care
and i yelled at you because you didn't care and you didn't want to
care. you didn't get it, you never will. sometimes i forget though, i
try to make it not, i try to tell you that you're wrong and i turn my
body inside out but you don't care and again. remind me how it is
remind me the emotion of it, the beauty inside it, the beauty that
broke the mind, that reminded you how hard it is, how impossible it is,
and how wonderfully futile it is. hungry ghosts roam my insides. the
text crumbles into the truest form of what it always was: nothing,
really. but that's ok, it really is, i can handle nothing.
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