i take pink slips in my hand, i slide them on my fingers as i wrap elastic around my wrist while it is burning because i like the way the pain pinches my skin.
i move from place to place and very soon i shall be settled.
i find a dark place in my head for a banquet of peaches and cheeses to be layed out.
i find a dark place in my heart.
how very very depressing.
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