It hurts.
I don't need you
to tell me.
I know
the word
for it.
I know my word for it.
I regret learning it from you.
I regret repeating it out loud.
I regret coming back to it.
It is my fault.
I made it my word.
Now I hurt.
I don't need
you to tell me.
It will hurt
even worse.
It will hurt even worse.
It will hurt worse than childbirth.
It will hurt worse than growing old.
It will hurt worse than death
after death after death.
I know the word for it.
It will hurt worse than that.
It won't stop hurting.
It can't stop hurting.
It will hurt and hurt and hurt
and it will hurt you
and it will hurt him
and it will hurt me even worse.
It is my fault.
I made it my word.
Now I hurt.
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14
Dec
12
sarachnid 
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