NOW

It hurts,

it hurts, I tell you

this thing that you do to me

for my own good

you say

I'll thank you later

you claim

but I doubt it so.

I wish there were ways

to skip past this pain

to remove myself from this moment

this instant of

excruciating insanity

and get on with the existence

I know will eventually have to follow

but

I cannot.

There is something in my throat

and my mouth is full of bile

and anger

and humiliation and pain

and I cannot tell you any of the things

that will end this moment

that will cut me past this

and free me from now...

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