It’s all a little bit too much-
even just thinking about it chokes me up.
The thought causing me to suffocate.
I hardly know what I’m doing-
swinging left and right; a lifeless cradle.
The weight of this lever sinks heavy into my gut.
Pushing one sphere too far out, frazzled jabs,
striking a force so heavy it leaves me defaced.
I would rather have taken effacement.
I would have taken being utterly alone.
I wouldn’t have taken anything,
nothing at all.
Éloa 
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