I Don’t Want to Be Here Anymore

I don’t like what I’ve become and I don’t have anyone to tell – what the hell, I’d rather sleep a spell – turn the snow blower on inside the garage, finally tear down the facade that I’m happy and well and things are okay – god, just the thought of another fucking day is enough to make me apoplectic – and I get a small kick knowing they won’t expect it from me – the least likely, the one who had all things – I can’t reconcile what I am with reality.

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~ by perfectionatrix on February 17, 2016.

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