Keir is in denial that I am not real. I am just a personality to him, not a real person.
I am real.


through the inkin the morning benjimin watches the clutter of my right handthrough the ink
it's illegibly irreversable even my name
is unclear
am i noah or noar? roan or nodh? only something plastered on my skin
how must god feel about his many names?
the clutter of my right hand a stranger to my heart a


depressionthis tug-o-war i am in i am losing on the bathroom floordepression
we get up they say i am the helper i am the loser one match as a light
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bangbang, shoot the stars.
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