6 hours---briefsteak, space...
Saturday, August 1
one foot forward, one step back.
Too guarded,
incapacities amplified,
by simply being... there;
yet I still exist.
Why do they even bother???
Who am I, really...
Tighten this noose, please.
I've wasted one breath too many.
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