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Oct 8, 2021
A (short) poem.
Watch my dishes keep on stacking in the sink
As I sink and I sink further into this drink
Emaciated so I must enjoy the putrid taste of it
No life left to be found, by now
Just proud to never amount to shit
Won’t make a hit so I’ll take a hit
As this isn’t life, it is only survival.