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I leave
but you still follow
I hid;
but you still find me

Tethered heart,
thorns in deep...
Leaving marks,
my insecurities creep...

It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,

Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,

Healed of my hurt,
I laud the inhuman Sea—Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am even by the pitiless breath Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine

'If my head hurt a hair's
Pack back the downed bone
If the unpricked ball of my
Bump on a spout let the bubbles jump out

What would you do if you didn't want to feel?What would you try?
Would you try Drugs?
Would you try to laugh more?
Would you want to Die?