chelle santos - vanishing act

he couldnt ever say no.

he was too polite,

and at times too eager to please.

he was always busy.

busy for other people

he never noticed he was losing pieces of himself along the way

his pens & pencils

books,

his hair,

an arm,

a leg,

vital organs,

until there was nothing of him left.

he should have learned to say no.

chelle santos

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