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Oh And What It Is Like
Oh and what it is like
To wake into a world
That expects your existence
The gentle ache of exhaustion
Is so much heavier
The moment your feet
Kiss the bedroom floor
And you inhale the scent of another day
That you have no choice but to waste
Tie another knot
In my worn thread of life
Double wrap it around my wrist
Tuck it under my sleeve
And hope today is not the day
It will choose to come undone
Hope I will notice the slipping, the loosening
Though I think i know
I wont
There are only so many things
That will absorb your sadness
And so I resort to leaving melancholy fingerprint stains
On all the happy things too
As though i cannot help it
But I could if I wanted to
Its just so much easier
To have a full cup of grief
Than one a quarter full of something less heartbreaking
Look at beautiful things you can't have
On the walk to the bus
Wish them all well
Wonder what it might be like
To exist beautifully
Outside of theory
~Soft September Sadness~
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Now that we're all on the same page and understand the level of my emotional trauma :)
There was a moment, when we read from the perspective of Andrea Donahue (Chapter 14) early on in the book, and in this chapter she is talking about how she rushed through her names today and hopes she dosen't get audited and have her calls reviewed tonight. And God knows, I spent the rest of the book thinking she had made a mistake. That Mateo Torez was not going to die because some lady who hated her job, didn't care enough to make sure she did it right. That Rufus was going to show him how to break out and the importance of living and Rufus would die but Mateo would live on for both of them--
Of course, it was never hinted at again and my hope wavered but it was always there. And yet, when it happened-- or rather didn't? Good God, it hurt like hell.