from a chair, morning never came

Continue to think I care

If that’s the part that helps you start your day without replay of nights soaked in rushed around lies telephoning your friends in an attempt at goodbye 

waking and washing the reality you want, long car rides home songs proving you’re not alone while strategizing ways to shift blame about his name and the city you claim held host to the series of pissed around shame

i left curled curiously crying in a ball 

lights out, 

after i shout as you turn around and force my doubt of your reflection and my intention that should carry the burden of life without a hurry. 

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