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gotcha
I’m dead
now see me bleed
do you see your greed?
oh wait— that’s not punishment enough?
the consequences of
all your inactions
but you don’t even
look
at me
at what’s you did
you’re still living
the maggots are brimming
gotcha
I’m dead
— poem from my journal 21-01-2025
She stands there until she realizes she is waiting. Waiting for someone to help. To come and fix the mess she’s in. But no one is coming. No one remembers, and if she resigns herself to waiting, she will wait forever. So she walks.
V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
