i cannot find the energy to go on through the cracks of time.
i do not need the empty bottles
to fill me up until my throat is sore again.
and i realize i must not suffocate on the mistakes
he built in this concrete walls around me.


i might not be right this time but i would not
miss my last chance of breathing sweet moonlight.
i will grow in a white apple of hope and blossom on the inside,
- suck the poison out of myself.

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