i keep telling myself,
i’m doing better,
yet i catch myself
crossing the street
without looking both ways.
barely eating,
sleeping,
or talking.
but i swear,
i’m fine.
excerpt from a book i’ll never write #65 // not like the truth matters to anyone aways
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