Summary

I’ve already forgotten what it’s like to ever
Have something more than just this pain.
I’m ready to be forgotten
And to know that I don’t have to remain
In this, all of this, all of it, all that I can
No longer know how to endure.
I don’t grow stronger. I just look in me for a cure
To this sickness, this sentence, this emblem
Of everything so impure.
I’m everything impure, and I’m all that you ignore.

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