july fourteen.

july fourteen
a scar was made

two stabs
all the way through my soul

what was left?
I took my pieces from the floor
and made a crystal of them

now I go on with my baggage
I am we
all of it
alone we , I go.

every night I die with my eyes open
I cannot sleep.

the weight gets to me
on me

july fourteen
I did not left you.

my thoughts are loud.

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