I’ve been hurt
I’ve been destroyed before
I know how to do it
I know how to curl up in a ball
I know how to cry with desperation
Until my body is empty
The first thing to understand about me is
I’m not
I’m not one
I’m not consistent
My history doesn’t belong to me
I have no claws clasped around a jar of identity
I’m a tunnel
All are welcome
They flock through
Like cars jostling for position
You will never catch me
Because I’m not there
We all are.
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