there's cities upon cities of lonely people.

i'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved.

it's alright. it's alright. it's alright. it's alright. it's alright.
no one's got it all. no one's got it all. no one's got it all.

-hero, regina spektor

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i'm bones and skin and feelings.
at 3 some mornings, i'm only feelings.
i hold my head and curl up in circles,
sometimes other shapes too -
a solid mass of feelings,
a liquid weight of bones and skin.
i sit on bathroom floors,
yours? mine?
not dead, un-alive.
i wish for rain and there's only sun
i wish for sun and there's only nights.

"sick of me. sick of me. sick of me. everyone gets sick of me eventually."