This was the climax I never got
I can tell because the clouds clear as I move down the mountain
I look more selfish from down here but I can breathe so much easier
My mom was being unhelpful, asking if you’d called and if I cared and underestimating the perpetuating state I was in,
I was in, one month in, a little more, wondering, hope there are no corners because I don’t trust myself with mirrors anymore,
Just another cliché 1 am poem, just a little different this time,
A little nicer, and I don’t know everything at all.
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