if something is painful

let it go

if something is beautiful

let it go, too

i see blood

in the cracks of the sidewalk


in the cracks in my hand

i can't believe

the scissors i left in

his banana bread symbolized nothing to him

i don't understand the love one night

and indifference/dislike the next

that seems to be the pattern that we've settled into

i would have lost the label, if i didn't break it first

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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