Trouble
September 24, 2020
Trouble doesn't knock. I ask Trouble in. Trouble sits patiently in the corner and waits. Oh, Trouble. I serve you tea. We have a nice conversation. And you leave. I'm a fucking coward.
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I journal, but I edit and title my entries so why not just call it poetry?
Have I lost touch with reality?
For better or worse...
Definitely.
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