Done


I’ve never become this person
This new version
Where my fingers can no longer find the keys
Where my bones tense up to my knees
Where the words for poems never come
Where I can’t remember the songs I’ve always sung
Where my eyes constantly close and beg for sleep
Where I take too much medicine allowed for me
Where my mind is now constantly narrow
Where my fingers tense up when I play the piano
Where I continuously want to talk
Until my words are all jumbled in invisible chalk
- Who am I right now?

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