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Wednesday, July 27

Broken

I began the journey
I remember this road
I remember these stairs
they only go one way:
downwards.
Step by step
day by day
day with night
light with dark
replacing.
I still pray for that truck,
For that drunk driver,
I still cross the street with my eyes closed

I shout my anguish to the world
—they only see the smile—
Three days after I am gone
they'll notice I've been there

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