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“It’s okay to complain It doesn’t weaken you It softens you first around the mouth then the eyes That first breath is a thank you without airs You’ll swallow and it’ll go into your belly And your hands will clasp your throat but it’ll be too late because once it hits the blood your heart will have it and it’s okay there Mortally you will feel how it is to be whole and in ruins There you are Scream Roll in the aisles Cry Another breath Breeeeeeeeeeeeeathe And complain again you human Your wildness will die before you and it does not need permission to leave or forgiveness for leaving This is how you let us know you don’t want to be here any more than we want you here”

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