Wake up,
groan,
shower,
stretches (no),
food (no).
Call her, call him, call them (all of them),
Get online.
Message her, message him.
Not-so-sweet nothings.
I don't want to be a freak show.
I don't want to be balanced
on this razor's edge
and then told
to back-flip.
Get seven pages of work done.
Seven pages.
Seven.
Spend time on Tumblr.
Write something.
Get seven pages of work done.
Whatever you want.
Eat something (no),
make sure the house is tidy.
Tidy house, tidy mind.
Clean.
Bare.
Raw.
Whatever you want.
Make a start on something.
If you can.
I know you're weak.
I thought ahead,
and you're a freak
so don't feel bad if you're not up to par.
Go for a walk (no),
maybe get some food (no),
the fish and chips place should be open.
You may have a joint after this point.
Things dissolve.
I dissolve.
Unfinished.
Unfocused.
But still here.
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