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by Shruti   Nov 12, 2020


my body is falling apart
I try to pick up the pieces
but my hand is missing fingers
I cannot hold you
I cannot hold me.
I try to stand
but my legs are missing bones
I cannot return to you
I cannot return home.

I am

b r e
a k
i n
g

d
o
w
n

is this the way to say I am dying
without being cliché?

-

- sharodi h, 2020
(just a quick write to get it off my chest)

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