I am aging and crippled. Eyes are heavy and my mind is losing track of who they are and where I am.
Everyone is blurred. Speak, clear and whisper silence. Tell me every dirty lie your teeth can push and form.
Let me tell you nothing, and when I cry tell me I will be Okay.
Even if you lie.
Tell me that you need me.
Even if you lie.
In heaven I see their faces and they are smiling, it is warm and my shoes and clean. My teeth are pearly white and I can feel my smile radiate my skin, make me gentle.
Even when they lie.
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