this transition was doomed before it even began
now all the people i love say a name i no longer understand
and if i ever get a headstone i don’t deserve
i hope the first thing you see is my deadname
“the hope was nice while it lasted.”
(my stomach feels weird and i’m having trouble breathing and i’ve lost all their trust for good this time. there is no more ground left to run and no more seas to siphon. i’m sorry mom. i’m sorry dad. i’m sorry fatthi. i’m sorry lays. i’m sorry sam. i’m sorry summer. i’m sorry kaylin. i’m sorry kris. i’m sorry danny. i’m sorry sean. i’m sorry ashe. i’m sorry robyn. i’m sorry jude. i’m sorry myth. i’m sorry everyone.)
~ i used to be such a happy child ~
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