it is still me
just rapidly skinnier
because of the litres of water
flowing out of my eyes
dehydrated
but i don’t stop sobbing
because after this
i will extricate myself
from my misery
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Epiphany
Poetrye·piph·a·ny {any moment of great or sudden revelation} A boy contemplates his fragile and failing relationship in the backseat of his car, at 4am.
