Just pretend like it never happened.
Just raise the china to your lips, take a sip.
Just feel it scald your throat with purpose, but it's ok, because there's painted flowers on the rim.
Just remember that beauty's there through the banal.
Just know that you were there, though the picture in your mind is all that's tangible.
Just savour the roughness of the wall when you throw yourself upon it, howling silently.
Just realise that the well dried up - please find a new way to vent if you can.
Just blind yourself whichever way you can, and for a moment it's all simple and you can even smile.
Just imagine that foot-wide balcony over the lights and cranes.
Just decide how you'll end it, what's at stake, and what's to gain.
Just let the outline of a metal circle fall onto the pavement nine storeys below, wait for the gentle cling that you know will happen but you can't hear.
Just walk away.
Just leave the emotion and words behind.
Just don't pretend it never happened.
Just acknowledge that you're nothing without experience.
Just be.
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