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May 2022
I’m terrible.
Quite frankly I hate myself.
I just wish I wouldn’t wake up most mornings.
But alas I’m here.
What’s my point?
I’m nobody…
Who would really miss the **** I put everyone through.
They deserve a break.
But I’m here,
Just sad.
Colleen Reilly
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