If not my veins,
at least, then,
the throbbing of my blood.
I just want to stay connected,
and not pretend
that all is alright.
To sleep without worry,
that maybe this night
might be different.
To no longer watch
my hands wrinkle,
as I worry about tomorrow.
I don't want to think about
yesterday's sorrows.
I just want breath,
and feel the lungs take in life,
not the lie I live on.
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