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I died the first few times someone said goodbye —like hearts breaking to bleed shards scraping your skin I died— I'm sure I did
It must have been easy since I lived— escaped, survived— without a scratch on me
As years went— flaws surface —years of neglected hurt creeps like a shadow devouring hope as light
As years pass— and continues so —my corpse sang through the broken dawns of death to make me see that I didn't resurrect from dying a thousand times before —I just carried on traveling while staying dead until I wasn't alive anymore
