i'm done with bags of donated clothes
vs. money that slips easily through fingers
and mysterious holes in pockets.
it's an expressionless pain.
it's sometimes easier
to start anew
than to try to make things work.
this makes me a failure
and a fatalist simultaneously.
it's always easier
to start anew
but i'm growing too tired.
bite your tongue.
mimic the silence that you admire.
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