text messages feel like poems
and moments throughout the waves of days that i cannot remember
i slept late
need more
bones ache
head aches
are the next couple years the ones where i don't sleep?
collect wrinkles and piece together a mirage of stability and career?
open an ira and prepare for retirement?
unprepared.
fuck responsibility.
and moments throughout the waves of days that i cannot remember
i slept late
need more
bones ache
head aches
are the next couple years the ones where i don't sleep?
collect wrinkles and piece together a mirage of stability and career?
open an ira and prepare for retirement?
unprepared.
fuck responsibility.
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