Are you going to hurt yourself, he asks.

I say

no

I think I’ve done enough of that.

 

It’s so common

I know

but I hate knowing I’m unclean

and having to tell to confess:

 

I

who knows better

I

who should know better than anyone

I

who wanted to please a man so badly

I

who trusted when I had no reason to

I

who is ashamed

I

who is weak

I

who sleeps

I

who is  incurable

I

who is my own terminal condition

I

who is without vaccine

 

I

who is that girl

 

I

who must die

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