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Jan 2015
#43
My feet are on concrete.
I guess that means I finally left my bed.
I've lost all my dignity.
Will you please get out of my head?

You stay without paying rent.
It's not fair to me.
My mind is full of lint.
I don't remember you ever doing your own laundry.

I'm walking to your house.
God, this is embarrassing.
I'll try to be as quiet as a mouse.
I don't want to get caught reminiscing.

Is it bad that I still care?
I'm so bitter about it.
I'm running out of air.
I'm free falling into a pit.

Somehow you caught me.
I just can't forget.
Your eyes told me something,
And it was more than needing a cigarette.

You told me you were numb and empty.
I could hear it in your voice
And I told you I was so sorry,
But you chose to ignore the noise.

You said "I hate everything,
There's nothing left to love."
And again I'm so sorry
That I wasn't good enough.
Written by
Mariah Reagan
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