after many candles.
everything i've been hiding slowly gets out.
though we have all known everything a long time ago.
and we keep pretending
so we don't deal with it.
and i'm sick
of trying
to improve all that's worthless, all.
hearing you crying
praying
to save it all.
though you know it is
NOTHING.
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