when the weight
of the human heart
is measured
in tears,
when every scab
has been peeled
and examined,
over and over,
the scars
become nothing more
than facts,
and the data
refuses to go
away.
you just stand there, lost
in the lab,
somewhere between the notes
and the evidence.
and it's then
that you just want this experiment
to end.
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