and I bleed like I cut off my own hand.
And for two days there's blood all over the apartment, the lights, the internet bill
Red footprints in and out of the kitchen.
It's one of the worst flavors of aching;
To be trying to pull yourself up and out--
even after helping hands--
and getting closer to the edge and ground level,
only to see that with each foot gained, the top line in your vertical horizon
has been moved.
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