The day the day
how it gathered
as it went
I was halfway crass
and cruel in my tone
Something escapes me
or something has gone
Missing
I miss my old me
most times
When I didn't have time
to wallow in remembering
to keep it all
together
Each sharing of words is
like a glue
it keeps my face
on just straight
Staying awake in
everyday life
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