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i've waited to write all day. what i wanna say can't even be spilt. with any justice. i've been stabbed in the gut 50 times today and you healed every wound just as the next burst open. your knees tucked in i'd stay like that forever. but the sun shines on new days and blood still runs in new ways. i can't stand straight and i still stay strong. learned that from a single mother. floating. and never having anything come easy. like i said before. it's like feeling without touch. like a memory or a hand you watch slip away. damn i've felt this before. can't i hold on just a bit longer? just a few more moments i can steal? something to remember? trivial trivial trivial. and something about a busted window keeps wrekcing through my head. see...but duty calls