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2 min readAug 4, 2021
Still struggling, looking forward to some semblance of relief,
from this lonely prison cell, escape this same routine.
Searching desperately for some solid ground,
hoping soon to get it in hand,
turn this whole damn thing around.
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One day soon I will figure it all out,
getting back to who I was,
and what my life’s about.
But for now, I’m in atrophy,
struggling with this getn’ over you,
getn’ over me.
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I still worry about what you think of me,
If it’s something obvious, or subtle that you see.
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I’m going crazy, I think, maybe….
I could use a little help right now,
just a little help from you.
Your here, but cut off from me,