Still

i still cry
for every reminder of that absence,
for every monument of what does not exist–
i still cry.

i still bleed
for every wound that resurfaces,
for every patch what would come off–
i still bleed.

i still die
for every blow that i swore i could take,
for every bone that i try not to break–
i still die.

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