If every movement
Every action
Teaches you something
What am I learning right now?
Can we stop this?
Is there time to ask questions?
Where are the facts,
Who here knows the answers?
I don't.
You don't seem to.
I crouch and I clutch at my heart.
I try to stop
My breathing. Ragged, fast
The tears the sobs
The shouts the shaking.
Never ending loveless faking.
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