plus
it may seem like i'm just faking it
maybe i've just had enough
i'm cold
count my easy breaths
to see if i'm
alive, or even
just there
vacantly
hoping that someone out there still cares
enough to see through
this shameless ploy
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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