and so i stopped

February 4, 2018

i thought, maybe, if i could bottle up my soul

and send it into the atmosphere

everything would be just as it should be.

but when i dug a knife into my chest to get it out

god asked what i thought i was doing.

i knew he didn't really want to know.

he just wanted me to stop.

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