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It isn’t that I didn’t see it coming or wasn’t warned
It’s that I never imagine it happening so fast
As though I hopped into a time machine
and now I’m here
Late at night
sipping coffee
bleary -eyed.
Can't take anymore
of these endless searches.
My computer screen
it dances
it blurs
as I blink.
My life.
Look at all of us, standing in a line, aren't we so wise?
Pushing dimes and nickles and crying tears out of our eyes
We have no choice.
We just can't fly when you bastards keep pulling out every feather
