It’s been a long while since I was worth a damn. It’s been even longer since I had a welcome to wear out. I wrote it down, as if that would cure the lonesome. I wrote it down, as if that would make it matter. None of it was worth it. None of it. I’m done with all this pretending.
Tuesday, February 16, 2021
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