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Your own body lies to you, convincing you of one thing while the world says another. Common sense and self-preservation screams to brace for the harsh truth, but your body is still confused and you are left with painful hope.

The other side of the promise to escape loneliness, the fear of mortality forgotten as death claims each, but bonds are reborn, tears remembered to form chains and imprison those seeking change.

Black sack filled with teeth, did they eat the heart or was it dead before it could ever beat.

Scan the insides to see what remains, did you leave with an old-brown mark or are you still nestled, ready to grow and thrive and burst free.

Bleeding out an olive or just a moment to reflect on what could be lost. Mourning and optimism has a very thin line.

List essentials then cut it in half and still function as normal. Repeat over time, the allotted needs fewer, any joy gone, until even breathing is a debatable luxury. Now, list reasons you are alive and remember it is worth it.

Restrict access to the task they demand completed, watching you struggle, and panic with an amused smile that will only fade when the impossible hasn’t been done. How dare you.

Unexpected relief still not denting as much as you need, the extra list not written off, halved but not gone, looser but not loose enough.

Waiting for a ring to signify the connection, the reassurance a month of hoping has stretched and tested, doubting all and worrying the end. Still we’re waiting. Still.

Revive and wait for life to move again, hoping the trigger won’t have to be you, but resigned to be the catalyst while lazy tadpoles swim in the aftermath.