No reason to get up. Stay up as
late as I want. No job. No school. No
hope. I used to love the cock’s crow. Signified
a new day dawning. Now sleep til three. Hate the setting sun. Nighttime means
re-runs of a life’s better days. Had job. Had life. Had meaning. Had
hopes upward mobility.
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