maybe he is more mature than i.
ready to go? i dont understand how he is.
im not. not at all. i can't be.
knowing that it is here, moments out of view
an that i can't be here.
it hurts to the point that i
feel the words and years ready to burst past
my ducts, unleashing
themselves upon the crevasses
etched upon my face by the wind
and the mighty hands of helios.
many things are yet to change.
at least the damage will still be there.
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