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full p.2
i am full today
full with things that should not be
full with hate
hate is in my ribs
poundpoundpounding against my ribs in a rhythmic pounding way
full with tears that do not come
full with song that will not sing
full with envy for the birds that bring me
here
full with all the things you said to me
full with feeling and filled to fullness
full enough my brains are fucked
fucked enough that i am full
today i am full and filled
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Comments
pur plec loud Says:
-hugs-
And this is why you write poetry and go talk to a therapist. I'm glad your mom decided to listen.