Blunted

Your fractured mind does not let you see the hole you are burning. And the way you disgrace yourself, is painful to watch.

To what end. Does someone need to show you a mirror.. so you see that your evening lies within you.

But we brought ourselves up well. We develop new skin. Layer by layer. Each one tougher than the one before, you know how a wound heals don’t you.

I can’t remember when, I began substituting the question mark with full stops.

But something has to be said for us, and if I have to say it myself, so be it. Somehow, miraculously, both of us find the strength to look at you with sympathy.

But we are finite. and the day that sympathy dies, you will go with it.

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