‘Nother Round

Brain won't rest. Mental marathon runner. Meds don't work. Alcohol doesn't work. Drugs don't work. Second chances. Third chances. Seven, eight, nine chances. Reruns of the same shitty show. Taken out and played with like an old toy that provides some sort of fucked up nostalgic comfort. Time to collect dust again.

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Running from an inevitable future, only a few steps and a hurdle ahead. Slips, sprains, broken-hearted dreams, unbridled ditch-deep debt. Hair clogs the drain as poor genetics take up residence like unwanted family. Future romantic dates require a preamble, better bring a jacket for the cold shoulder. Six years too old for five years of … Continue reading 36