everyday is the same uniform tedious bullshit
that is told apart by the numbers on dates and the weather
or the sky.
there is, in fact so much uniformity that i forget what makes things different
and am left with ghosts to remember them by.
i am not depressed.
i
feel
blank.
most nights when i go home,
i stare at the ceiling and ask myself
“why?”
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