There is this constant strain in me. This pushing and pulling, and pushing and pulling... I can never sit still for more than a second because the blood clots with the dust in my veins. And the world won't wait for me to shake the dust. I can feel myself freeze but time doesn't stop with me. The pushing and pulling makes the colors bright and the darkness fade but it doesn't fade for me. The air feels heavy in my lungs as the days come and go. The weight is too much and the pushing and pulling doesn't stop for anyone.
But I'll still give you my all. Not just you, but our brothers, our sisters, our parents, and their parents passed. These words are for you, and for me, and for anyone who let their blood clot, and their veins stop, for the swollen lungs, and drowning eyes. This is so you know the pushing and pulling is for you. And it doesn't stop for anybody.
- Candice Michal
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