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Mar 2019
I am haggard
and empty
-- unfinished and
a half-effort
an unsatisfying result
that makes
your heart
drop to your knees
a vocation that is unsolid
buried by talk of
money,
money,
money.
banks are more than fulfillment.
my lungs are on fire
What is the price of my mental health?
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   Tiara I S
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