i settled.
i broke.
i gave myself up unto a thing
i cannot take back.
i sold out my skeletons-
years ago.
now, outside sits mud-crusted boots-
worn from earning a cheap, smattered corpse.
one thing isn't another;
i sold myself out
when i could have been whole.
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