Crying doesn't do a thing but
Compound the fact that I'm a
Shattered, broken mess incapable of
Repair even by God who allows me to
Stay in disarray splayed all ways in
Shards of dried tears - so sad because
I'm bad at this journey I've been on
So long alone with many
Who relate and want to escape
With or without me, perhaps
Because of me, I must admit, in order to
Evacuate the premises so the carnage
Doesn't fall too near everyone elses'
In order to tell who's whose.
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