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bursts and narrative gaps

Drown.

Desperate now he’s beginning to crumble

Through the murky depths he splutters and mumbles

Trying to cry but he’s just making bubbles

Left alone to the ocean’s rubble.

Mum was standing at the kitchen sink. I asked her “is this what it’s like to care about someone? Worrying about them all the time?” And she was all like “yeah pretty much” and I was like “ah, fuck”. 

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