You push me past the breaking point
I don’t want to disappear or run into a suicidal brick wall
I want to grow but I feel stunted, somehow
Haunted and inspired
a delicate position
This way, that way
Either way, all the ducks are sitting on acid ponds
Pushed past the breaking point
I edge closer
Fall on the inside and wait for the outside to reach me




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