as I could say,
as much as I could be honest about,
or decent even,
or willing to be better than I was on a normal day,
but those days were few and far between,
between what I wasn’t sure,
in favor of who,
whom,
I was even less sure,
and I didn’t like myself,
not like that,
not like I was supposed to,
but I still knew how to shut and open my eyes,
there was always that
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