nostalgia is a knife
grief is a gun
i stab and shoot myself
(not knowing why)
is it because to love and to care
means that you’re willing to bleed yourself out?
(but for what? for whom?)
perhaps sometimes you have to bleed
to remind yourself that you’re human
vulnerable in a volatile environment
(but must you really torment yourself?)
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