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My only friends

November 10, 2016

The same old patterns, the same old mistakes,

hollowed out inside, devoid of joy

suspicion and fear, my only friends

other options I cannot comprehend.

People can only prop me up so long

till I must fall down deep

sinking, head bowed, I creep

crushed by the feet of the throng.




From → Poetry, Writing

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