9:48 pm, 3/23/15 by me gs

Mar 2015

The kitchen light,
It glares harshly over my shoulder
And I,
I can't help

But picture
The world
In the harshest terms

What are we deserving of,
Truly?

I think...
Nothing

We are not worthy

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