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Jan 2017
Im
I'm a salty poor person
   in bed
Eating bread and butter for dinner
Peanut butter dipped chips for desert

Water only for me
It's almost time for bed
   and I think
If I fall asleep on the other side
Would I wake up with different luck?

Take in the trees to help me sleep
    and always
Remember to breathe
Remember all those people that are there for me

The dark makes me feel at home
My dog never lets me feel alone

I never had a solid plan
But my 22nd year finished
And I'm understanding what I am

I worked the ******* shift today
    and I know
I can't always have my way

But I think I deserve better than this
I deserve to find my bliss

They say something like
The less you have
The higher you fly
But where the **** am I?

Stuck in this place
I've always been
I'm bound to leave
I wonder when

One day I'll be there
In my own nirvana
   and I'll remember

Those days
When I didn't even know what I wanted
Always self reflecting 12/12/16
Jaclyn Harlamert
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Jaclyn Harlamert  Kentucky
(Kentucky)   
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     bob, --- and Death for breakfast
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