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I typed,

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

But I didn’t send it.

I stared at the blinking cursor

like it was a countdown.

Backspace.

Backspace.

Backspace.

You can’t send distress signals

from a ship

everyone thinks is floating.

You can’t say

“I’m drowning”

when they only ever

talk about the weather.

So I put the phone down

and went back to being

what they expect

empty

but polite.