Mood
I really wish I could wake
every day as the best
version of me
where I wouldn’t run
by drinking
irish whisky so much
that my teeth go numb
I wish I could write the
right words to unwind
my guts
from that white-hot center
where I’ve dug and dug and dug
because that’s what I was told
to do
I
wish
I
could
wake up
one day
free of
that goddamned
silhouette
of her
that got into my
DNA
and changed the sequences
to self destruct
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Reprogram needed! (Just don’t stop writing!)