I am empty and sold on medication,
like they aren’t enough
to keep a solid heart whole
if I am not kept stable.

There is nothing
and there is everything
and it is all wrong.

A stretch a light
through to the end,
breaks inside me
drowned in the old darkness.

When I wake,
when I wake
it will pass again.

Until then, everything is just


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