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Permission to State my Case
Am I allowed to survive?
To be here,
Alone or with another.
Am I allowed to die?
To be somewhere you cannot see,
Or hear,
Or imagine.
Am I allowed to hurt?
I am shaped of blood,
But so are you.
Are you?
Are you?
Are you?
The rising,
Up to the clouds,
And out the front door.
I cannot see past the screen.
Am I allowed to leave?
To be there,
Away from where I have been.
To be safe,
And feel it too.
I’m happy.
Aren’t I?
Can I be?
Am I allowed?
Am I allowed?
Forgive my impulses,
I’ll remember my place,
Apart from my veins.
To be here,
Alone or with another.
Am I allowed to die?
To be somewhere you cannot see,
Or hear,
Or imagine.
Am I allowed to hurt?
I am shaped of blood,
But so are you.
Are you?
Are you?
Are you?
The rising,
Up to the clouds,
And out the front door.
I cannot see past the screen.
Am I allowed to leave?
To be there,
Away from where I have been.
To be safe,
And feel it too.
I’m happy.
Aren’t I?
Can I be?
Am I allowed?
Am I allowed?
Forgive my impulses,
I’ll remember my place,
Apart from my veins.
Published 25th Sep 2024
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You can hear me, you are listening. Repeat back to me, I cannot let this history end.
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