I hurt because it’s all I deserve.
I bleed because it’s the only way I can feel.
And when the blood pools,
it’s not pain.
It’s the only clarity left—
the only stillness in this shattered world.
This is who I am:
I am the collapse,
the slow fall into nothing,
the place where nothing is left
but the weight of my own end.
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