this star, impending rupture

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you sir, are even more pitiful.
every patient is the same.
i would be a wrist.








earlier today
i decided to put lotion on my arms
then it made me remember some
girl telling me two years ago
that my skin was soft.
then i realized that i don't even talk to her now.
friends are transient.
i'm not close to those i have been a part of before,
and those that i'm close to now
i probably won't be speaking to
this time next year.
with relationships, what is constant--
i haven't known.