fight.
«it's not enough!» they scream at me. but when's enough to let me feel? when's enough to share with it? when's enough when I can't deal with it right now. «it is enough when you are bleeding. it's still too early for them to know!» well, it feels like I'm not living, yet I'm watching how you grow. «it's not the moment! ah, you're weak!» am I really? I'm just alive. yeah, human being , such a surprise? all you're saying is just a lie. there are strong times when I forget you, when I don't hear you— it feels like crime. times of silence . they don't last long. now look at my face— no tears, I'm strong. am I ? 9:12p.m.
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