Seven thousand steps, the upward climb to what could be.
Five thousand promises unanswered, called, dragged into the other, the below.
In the under, over my head, under the feelings of drowning.
Hold out your hand, or use words taken by every person who silenced and cut out the tongue.
How could we ever write half of it? Never again, because we thought safety was on the list.
Write a story of a life, forgotten.
Write what was done, when it merely doesn’t matter.
Be brave, twice?
When it was already unwanted once. To restart from the beginning back to before.
Back to the beginning again.
Why are you making me do this?
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