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i realised it. last night.

your voice

your words

everything bleeding into my ears.

it made sense.

when my incoherent thoughts were put together by the sounds you created

when the sobs coming out of my mouth were transformed into words

yours

like a prayer.

me, who has never had a god.

i was saying the words you wrote when you were barely older

than i am now.

repeating them, mouthing along

ugly sight that must’ve been

hand in front of mouth to muffle the sobs

tears running a marathon down to my chin

feeling alone, small and insignificant

and you

you

telling me it’s okay

but that tomorrow’s gone, just like yesterday

but i promise, i promise you

i won’t lose this fight. i will stay alive.