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An easy target,
waiting patiently for the dart.
Maybe it will hurt enough
so I can find my way out.
A thought so dark, swallowed;
to keep inside.
Already playing the medicated
hopscotch They prescribed.
When can I come out?
I need air, please…
Nobody ever answers me.
No one is even listening.
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art by Jdr
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