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Feb 2020
What's good?
"Good morning", or at least that's what others tell me. Good? What does that mean, because between the hours of 6-11:59 am I can't think of anything good. Morning, well that's what you do after someone dies, but I think spelt differently, but this is the english language. Bat, Duck, Jump, baseball or flying, swimming or surviving, overcoming or being stomped on. Footprints imprinted on me, so that's what they meant by I looked welcoming. Not much homie though, always running away from the house because there's no home their. Blank stairs, nothing on them. Blank faces, no emotions when I stop in. Quite slams, but everyone's always awake too see me, they speak to me, but I don't have time for any words. No time for exchange, work, sleep, eat, repeat, I'll do this **** until my heart flat lines. Maybe then I'll finally be on a straight path. Walking down the tunnel, walking away from something I will forget the next day.  "Good morning", that's what they all say
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