A day of OK by the rules she creates turns out to be just the same and my eyes are on the mirror and it's not me staring back, not it's not me, not anymore. I speak in run-on sentences and slurred tongues, dreaming of being dizzy, watching my plans come undone and seeing, screaming at the mess I have made--it's such a shame. And then she's in my throat again, undoing what I've done. But I'm too tired to let her win even though it's what I want, all I want, all she wants, all you want. It's what everybody wants.
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