We pull our boots on with both handsbut we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorryabout the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time. Richard Siken
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We pull our boots on with both hands but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry. I wish it was mine. I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time. I took off his clothes, but I couldn’t change my life.

This is how it went, each night the same thing again. The moon came up over the mountains and watched me sleep, but still I dreamed.

Source: Crush

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