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Aug 2021
I wish my brain
would stop being such a squirmy toddler
and just sit still for a moment.
I'm starting to feel tired
like a parent yelling at a tantruming child
In a crowded supermarket.
Will you just tell me
what you want from me?

On second thought
maybe I'm the child.
Written by
Orli
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