I don’t want to die but I don’t want to feel
like I want to either. When I forget the latter exists
within me too, I disappear out of myself
no world or experience only sitting here
numb, mindless, the shutting down
safer than the not wanting. I am nowhere.
I’ll have to come back to those cross roads
again edge a bit further into wanting, then
feeling then out, disappearing
then within and nowhere else but here with myself.
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ashley dunn 
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