I said no.
when they asked...
when they asked.
i live with my head in the clouds
while my body relives the past...
relives the past
i've been turned inside out
: been raped in my head
more times than in real life
as if real life weren't bad enough
weren't bad enough
or good enough.
how far can good enough take us?
how much was i loved?
how soon? and by whom?
was it enough?
it was...if I believe them.
they have voices too.
I choose the voices.
and they are beautiful
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