To be or….

It’s all so fucking wearing

The onslaught is unending

Day after day I eat, shit, sleep

This performance is just for me

There is no part that exists that is not all about me

There is wonder

There is pain

Is it equal?

Who cares?

I wash my body

I wash my clothes

I tend to my needs

I rest

Now

Just leave me alone

Don’t you know who I once was?

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