I am growing stale and hopeless.
Sitting here just makes it worse.
Scream out of the cave of this cold corner of house.
Drag my feet like wrecking balls scraping the hard wood floors.
Clawing the precious furniture to shreds.
Shattering the pretty lights into a million lost pieces.
Light a match and let it all go.
We never needed any of this to begin with.
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