Casper smiles at me. “Big changes,” she says. “Talking. Cutting your hair. Bandages off. How do you feel?” I reach for the sheets of paper on her desk, the blue ballpoint, but she says, “No.” The turtle has paused in the tank, like he’s waiting for me, too. His tiny body bobs in the water. Does he like the little ship at the bottom, the one with the hole big enough for him to swim through? Does he like the large rock he can hoist himself up on and rest? Does he ever want to come out? I pull the hoodie I found in the lost and found box tighter around me, close the hood tight around my face. Ugly, I tell her, my voice muffled and my face hidden by the hood. Ugly. It still feels ugly.
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have lost count of the days
sun becomes moon and
moon becomes sun and
i become ghost
a dozen different thoughts
tear through me each second
you must be on your way
perhaps it’s best if you’re not
i am okay
no i am angry
yes i hate you
maybe i can’t move on
i will i forgive you
i want to rip my hair out over and over and over again till my mind exhausts itself into a silence
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She said;
I need hope... hope that human aren't so sick.
He replied;
Are you seeking it under my flesh? To be truthful, every single person on Earth is sick in a different portion and in a different way. The thing is, is that person worthy to tolerate this sickness inside of him/her. I think unfortunately you have lost someone who is willingly to tolerate sickness inside of you.
Everything I lost on you
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