It's been a long that that it's been a long time. 

I write you from a hotel room, the terrible fleeting truth
that I am, in fact, unkillable.

That is not to say I cannot die
which I have so many times
ripped with the pain, shaken and broken beyond
the barrier where it no longer exists
and there exists only a pulse, growing louder and 
dissolving, harmonizing my form and lost heartbeat
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