I'm sorry for this silence, both previous and present…
I'll scream, but only when I can get away with it.
Which is when I'm alone, but you need not worry.
I'll only be this at the last resort.
tearing and weeping on the inside because I'm stretched beyond distance.
even time breaks my tendons past the healing.
I'm not as much water as I was
I keep poring out
I'm emptying, and this is also a good thing.
the over flow of word build up is coming into a flash point
Pensil lead still lies
a lot.
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