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I just have to make it through the week

I’m a vacuum with a full bag
Full of dust, hair, and essential things
I dropped them under the bed and 
then completely forgot about it
I’m too full to keep sucking
I’m burnt out
 
I’m coughing on the dust
Feel the tickles and I sneeze
I’m tired, sick inside
just want to close my eyes again
clinging to my pillow
staring at the ceiling
sinking in…. sinking in….
 
But the light and the people
Don’t listen to me
That’s ok I have to do my part
I’ve accepted that at least
But there’s a little grain in my stomach
that stings
I don’t know if it’s dread or guilt
 
I won’t do anything
My body is used to “Oh
pity me, pity me” but
I don’t want to regress to homey helplessness
and pointing my sword at my chest 
with the ravine behind me

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note: Critiques welcomed.

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-Hydralio

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holy crap, i can really feel this. i can't choose a single line because they're all wonderful, but wow !!!

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