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the first one shoot me in the head and kept shooting
the first time i wrote a poem that gutted me, the killer lines were:
who am i, when i lose all the things that make me me?
just a body?
i thought i was supposed to be a deity.
i just did it again.
we're both better off now,
but i don't want "better";
i want you.