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buried

Checking up on you

And making sure you're

Doing alright has made

It's way to the the

Top of my priorities

 

And it's not just you,

It's everyone

Are you alright without her

Did he call you back

Have your parents worked it out

Maybe the job offer will call tomorrow

 

And yet.

I haven't made my way

To the top of

anyone else's list

 

Driving myself into the ground

To make sure everyone else

Is satisfied, and still not once

Has someone stopped

To ask if I'd like a shovel

To dig myself out of

Everyone else's mess

That's layered itself

On top of my own

 

So I'll pour myself

Another glass of wine

(At least it realizes

I need a break from this decay)

And wait for the day

You ask if I'm doing okay

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Published
Jul 2, 2013
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i'm not one to throw a pity party,

but tonight I will weep.

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