Stagnant water drips from the ceiling;
The rhythm calms my racing heart
I swear, the world is after me.
I keep hearing those voices.
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That crystal vase just fell and shattered;
now the pieces lay on the ground.
No, I won't be cleaning it up this time.
But I still do, and I bleed.
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I'm like the cat who chases mice,
only because science dictates it so.
I'm like the doll that is never touched,
sitting idly but so perfectly.
I'm like the flower in your garden,
so carefully tended with a pair of scissors.
I'm like the forgotten photo albums,
merely a figment of the past.
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