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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.