letter to the void or god, if you're listening, I really need some help 

Mo

Reply to: thevoid@cosmos.universe

From: starseed@student.cosmos.edu

Maybe,

I need to lay in a field.

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Eat fruit.

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Curse god.

Little “g” because I’m angry.

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I often wonder, if I died tonight, who would lament by my grave?

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I want flowers, and to cry.

I want to cry until I am nothing but crackle,

until I am salt for the sea to swallow and spit onto the skin of my lovers next love

after I have 

dissolved into nothing.

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I want to cry myself buoy.

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I want to cry myself open.

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I want to cry myself hyacinth, gardenia, and alstroemeria.

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I want to cry myself chrysanthemum, dandelion, and marigold.

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I want to cry myself

free.