And as I walk along the empty streets. On my way to work. I occupy my mind with thoughts of the coming summer. More pleasant than those of the day ahead. Back and legs too sore to stand. Smelling of paint thinner. At the mercy of someone who would've hated me in high school. This is what a life amounts to if you let it.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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