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I know
  I know sounds bounce off buildings and skyscrapers trap it all in,
  like running through a prairie
  feeling the green blades whip your ankles.
  I know
  I failed the mile run in 4th grade
  Because I couldn't get enough air to my chest.
  I know that hearing the words
  "I miss you" and "let's try again"
  sends me racing,
  A breath you can't catch.
  I know a mile isn't so long
  When you're being chased with a knife
  Or by a boy who wanted more than his share.
  I know bruised knees
  When I trip over my own feet
  Erase with time
  And time always comes first in the race.
  I know no ones ever loved me,
  Not in that way.
  Because there wasn't enough time
  The date came too soon or not soon enough
  Because "timing is a funny thing ain't it?"
  I know they never meant no harm.
  I know words fall empty
  Like the shoes I could never fill.
  I know the feeling of not being enough
  Lingers longer
  Than a hot iron burn
  Brandished on my neck
  Pinned like a hickey, a Scarlett letter on my breast.
  I know sometimes being full leaves you hollow
  And everything you wanted turns into a promise you can't follow through.
  I know hellos are permanent
  Painted in acrylics
  Tear-resistant
  Tear-resistant.
  I know that Tuesday is when the garbage is taken out
  And you can't get back what they throw in that truck,
  I know it's hard to shred pictures
  Of beach day trips
  But it's easy to toss when it feels like
  These kodaks are cutting you open.
  I know that pain is temporary
  Suffering is temporary
  We're all just temporary.
  I know that forever is a lie
  And I was never good with the truth,
  I know that forever is cut short
  By little things
  By insignificant trivial things
  Like death
  And "it's not going to work, I'm sorry it's you."
  I know that we all want to feel
  Like there's a purpose for opening our eyes each morning.
  I know that sometimes it'll feel like
  The only purpose is to fall on your bed at the end of the day, fall into nothing.
  I know I don't know much
  But some day I'll know more
  after they abandon
  They lie
  They take from me.
  I'll have what I know
  Before and after they leave.
  I will know this.

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