i keep forgetting to eat but truly, hunger doesn’t grip my gut like it should
like it used to
i continue to squirm in this small town and i yearn for a place over yonder
i day dream and real dream of running away never to be heard from again except for my mother
if you wanted to know, you would have to ask her
i think of people in the past, they were able to leave and start over
social security forgotten
new towns were created and you could slip into it, easy
it’s harder now, the past can follow.
i’ve painted such a picture of myself so perfectly all over the internet
a splash of red in everything and selected slivers of silver that decorate the dash
let me leave, i whisper
i can’t bring myself to
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