it is 4 am.
sweat clings to my forehead.
panic races my heartbeat and the air is humid with fear.
shaking hands,
worried eyes searching for a sign,
why am i the way i am?
i wish,
i were not the way i am,
i wish i could rearrange my atoms to make something beautiful.
eyes downcast,
tears like warm, rare rivers of the tundra,
my body is a landscape that has suffered through many wars.
- the way i am
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