The harness around the mirror is cracked,
Blood, bruises, and pain are your better friends.
I'm hardly a consolation.
though i think you like me near
I think I admire your bravery.
I think I admire your blood, bruises, and pain.
I think I wish I could drown.
You could.
But I admire my desire to live more, or hate it.
Unsure. Either way,
I suffer for it.
Because you could drown.
But I'm always drowning.
You just gasp and throw up blood.
I let it live like poison inside.
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