"it's the blood under the skin,
broken vessels seeping in,
and you press against the wounds
you couldn't bear.
it's the ticking of the clock,
echoed footsteps as you walk
into rooms you search while knowing
he's not there.
i am not the girl i thought i'd be by now.
i am tracing back my steps and wondering how
did it get to what it is?
did i bless what i have blown?
is this all i have for this?
'cause it's all i've ever known."
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