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to be knownto be known I would let everythingfall from my hands. I would abandonmyself, to be known I would bury myself.to be known I would cry wolf,and have it be me, and only I would know.to be known I would gladly be numb.to be known she would let herselfbe ravaged, to be known she wouldgive herself away.to be known I would takeevery good thing and breakthem one by one.to be known I would cast you aside.but, to live, I will learnto name this. I will drawlight, beauty, and wonderinto myself. I will mourn,and I will grieve.I will get up one more time.
you will dead promptIt was at the time of my brother's great existentialist depression. He was the worst kind of moody then-insisting that nothing was wrong-but you could see it on his forehead. He wore his hair short, and his forehead was always the map I traced to find him and the truth he sought.We were both smart. He was the kind of smart that in first grade he was the first to read. I was the kind of smart that if the cash register was broken at the neighborhood grocery, I'd help the frantic cashier find the total. So we each had a certain license; Elliott being able to do whatever the hell he wanted, and me, almost.He seemed to accomplish next to nothing. There were parties and shows out there, waiting for both of us to attend. He'd go occasionally, and to be sure there was one time he definitely went, but he preferred to camp out in his room, huddled over a notebook, heading towards dawn at a snail's pace. I s