I can no longer pretend
That it is my strength holding me together,
When we all know that it is not true.
I am held together by bits of tape,
Pieces of string,
A brittle sailor's knot,
A needle and thread:
Falling apart.
Desperately falling,
Falling too fast.
I am held together,
But falling apart rapidly,
Falling apart.
Expecting too much.
I can't keep pretending that it means anything,
At all.
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