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It He stumbled and tore himself.It by ~KSDale03
He told himself, it doesn’t matter.
He missed the target but still made a hit.
He told himself, it won’t matter.
He forgot their names, one by one.
He told himself, it never mattered.
He realized that he did care
He was only trying not to care.
He cared so much he didn’t want to get hurt, or
He cared for it not to get hurt.
He realized that he cared.
He told himself, it doesn’t care.
No More of This The little boy cried.No More of This by ~KSDale03
It gushed from his arm,
Making dark circles
On his shirt and pants.
“Oh come now, it’s ok.
Pretty soon it will
Dry up and scab over.”
The little boy sniffled.
“Why does it have to scab?
Why can’t it just never happen?”
“Every time you get a scab,
Your skin gets a little tougher.
You’re better off next time then.”
If I could count the pints
Of blood I’ve lost
In sweat and tears and failures
I’m sure it would circle the Earth
Ten times over.
But I create new blood.
And I create it faster.
And I heal faster.
And soon,
Someday,
I’ll stop ble
Sta.sh
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