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eight o’clock breakfasts, pad down the hall in padded socks i hear her weeping again she’s in 7B because she liked the bed against the wall good morning, here are your meds they scan my wristband to charge me later i eat and spend the day talking with strangers sometimes lying, sometimes not i fill my head with words on pages to pass the time, yet it only seemed to move slower i can’t remember what home feels like because I was never able to find one in myself so here I will rest for now, until it’s time to move on
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Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 9:33 PM UTC
7B
eight o’clock breakfasts, pad down the hall in padded socks i hear her weeping again she’s in 7B because she liked the bed against the wall good morning, here are your meds they scan my wristband to charge me later i eat and spend the day talking with strangers sometimes lying, sometimes not i fill my head with words on pages to pass the time, yet it only seemed to move slower i can’t remember what home feels like because I was never able to find one in myself so here I will rest for now, until it’s time to move on
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Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 9:33 PM UTC
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