Sunrise Reflection 4
languidly waking up to a stench from myself
remembering i need/gotta/got 2/have ta live
forgetting my watery dreams
i hate when the sun beats meโโโup
i despise cheap clothing that hasnโt been beat up
iโm itching my reddened back-of-the-neck
am i saying anythingโโโworthwhile?
am i worthwhile? haย ๐คฉ
thereโs something melancholic about vivid dreaming
i get so much emotionally invested into them
my chiseled frame is a sign of my dedication and commitment to my health
work isย ongoing
iโm gonna go use the restroom
and keep everything together
and not fuck my lifeย up.
Not to live as if you had endless years ahead of you. Death overshadows you. While youโre alive and ableโโโbeย good.
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