give to you what I can never give to myself.
Forgiveness without a second thought.
Preservation without full intention.
Truth without lies.
Love without cost.
I am almost jealous of you,
The hold you have against me that I made. The counterfeit.
The exact imitation of what I should be giving to myself.
I am giving it to you and that is the way it has always been.
I am always giving to other people, and I cannot give to myself. I do not know why.
Whenever you feel an indifference, I do too.
Whenever the world decides to shake and tremble, I feel that shake and tremble.
For years I have had a reason to be.
I do not have that reason to be anymore, yet I still am.
The chemical imbalance is enough to shatter me, without the glass or sharp edges involved.
I am walking on tippy toes to only get hurt in fractions, but instead fragments are hurting me all over.
Listen to the whispers when I step unintentionally.
Although, I need to step to reach, and I am trying.
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