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Step one: stay in your room alone, smash your phone against the wall so glass rain coats everything. Swallow darkness like handfuls of pills, or swallow darkness and handfuls of pills, let it boil in your throat so no color comes out.
It’s 11:11 and my father is wishing for his hands to work.
TEN toes as he counts them Curling and uncurling As he commands them to move For one of the last times The doctor showed concern
Are we broken? Maybe, I don’t truly know   But I do know that when she yells out, louder than the rest She leaves my mother asking what she ever did wrong  
Life altering conditions  sometimes - can motivate us to achieve the unthinkable. We are no longer night dreamers, we have awoken from our slumber.  Day dreams -
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