A shitty Friday, like none we’ve seen in a while…

I’m still here, at work, not working, comma comma comma.

Here’s a depressing poem about how depressed I am.

I further fall in love,
while you grow weary of it;
the pain is a clicheknife in my tritefuckingheart.

***

On second glance
the work needs some work. The verse is not there
and some words are made up. Feelings run
true though, because yes, I miss you.

 

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