My face looked like shit in the mirror this morning
Hopefully I smell better in the afternoon.
At twelve my conscience wept as it realized my moral fibre isn’t strong enough to hold me together
I beamed a face of pure ignorance to keep myself at bay
At 330 It only served to send me awash in a sea of self-disgust.
It’s all very poetic, but it doesn’t have the balls to kill me.
At least it appears that way.
At 1 am
Is this madness?
or just intervention?
Do you feel the same?
A day in the life of a strangely normal person beginning again.
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