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i rid myself of the sun

Nights are grim
once I rid myself of the moon

No longer

We hugged in a way where I didn’t let you bend your spine  “I don’t want to arch your back with misery”  but I did I flogged you until your skin  were puzzle pieces too frail to put back  I scratched at your spine and broke it to separate pieces 


Am I too honest or are other people not used to it? Am I numb in all actuality or utter words of happiness for maybe I will be?  Am I heartless to see no one but myself because I think I’ve been beat down enough?  You see my thoughts are

I’m not a stupid orchid plant

I have an orchid plant. when I first got it, it had six blooming orchids. They’re very sturdy plants, strong. Can withhold a ton a shit. I don’t know what to do. It started withering. bit by bit. a petal fell at a time and no matter what I did

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