shoes on but not tied
hair washed but not dried
pants pulled up but shirt nowhere to be found
and this one blasted word, playing in repetition,
serving as my only sound
hi.
hi.
hi.
this is silly
stupid
a cycle i am just about to begin again
where nothing but more longing and frustration are produced
but that idealistic retard inside me just keeps saying, liz!!
... this one will be different.
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