The only answer is work,
on a post-it.
The only answer is work,
in a notebook.
The only answer is work,
etched into my skin
again
again
again, they say
be mindful of tattoos
because they last forever but they
never warn you against scars you
carved into your own canvas, they
never stop you from all these stories you
paint
onto your sad eyes and
I know I fight
tooth and nail
to keep you from trying but
please,
try,
please,
remind me there are stories to tell
in which I
do
not
bleed.
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