It steals laughs
It seals cries
It steals connections
Possibilities, futures
Faces from hands
Hands from backs
To force my fate one day
Will not return stolen time
But will prevent wrongs to come
By creating a vacuum
Others may fill with their joy
The final thing it could ever take from me
Is this curse I maul like the Silly Putty of my tiny childhood
Trying to force it through the cracks in others’ facades
Beware
This disastrous loop
Between fear and understanding:
Fueled by self-awareness
It will snag all who get caught in its centre
And swallow them whole
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May 18 (19? 20?) – 23, 2025
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