Phil Kaye taught me that
if you repeat something enough,
it loses its meaning.
I have spent so much time
trying to give purpose to your life
that I have lost my own.
I do not know how to tell you
that I am a hypocrite.
I spend so many hours
coaxing the safety back on your gun,
with a finger on my own trigger.
I convince you to live
while planning my death.
I hold hands with my demons
while breaking down yours.
I do not know how to ask for help
because you always request it first.
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