I want to wake in a city
where no one knows what I survived.
To speak in broken words, sleep lightly,
and let strangers mistake me
for someone still alive.
I do not want to be found.
I want my absence
to be the first honest thing
I ever left behind.
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I want to wake in a city
where no one knows what I survived.
To speak in broken words, sleep lightly,
and let strangers mistake me
for someone still alive.
I do not want to be found.
I want my absence
to be the first honest thing
I ever left behind.