Those days
when they say
"bye dog"
as I sit on the couch
invisible
crawl into my bed and cry like a bitch
then take
two shots of concrete
harden the fuck up
do the dishes
eat the eggs
broccoli
spinach
green tea
glucosamine
run outside
sweating it out
think about boys
wait it out
feel imaginary whilst
the worthlessness gets pushed out by these little things
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