All I need

I'm sorry

I dinint know

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

Forgive me

I want to drop like a marionette whose strings have been cut with a pair of blunt scissors covered in paint

my slow

aching

strangling

demise

because I dinint know

and I don't know if you can forgive me

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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