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differently similar (nc 2)

i can feel her tears

well up in my eyes

and her breaths

circle in my lungs.

what she can't feel

is the stress in my palms

and the memories in my screams.

i watch her run

far away from the body

encasing her mind.

i wish i could be the sign,

the four way stop.

you have the chance to go,

but he keeps moving forward.