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swan song

June 1, 2015
By Anonymous

I-I-I'm not feeling well.

Broken records play over themselves

and I am forty three days short

of sweet, abysmal bliss. 

 

I-I-I'm staying home today;

can I feign a fever for 

eight more weeks?

nine hundred and sixty hours that 

make me grit my teeth.

 

I-I-I'm shutting down. 

Let's stop pretending there are 

things to smile about, to

laugh through my existential dread.

I will not put on a brave face 

anymore,

my skin is cracked,

my concealer gone.

 

I-I-I'm 



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