Over my head.
You dumped
Me hard.
It was impersonal;
didn’t wait to see
[Me] hit.
I was ragged,
Mean. And
Felt poor,
Shaved, blue,
Sharp.
[I] need sleep.
Speak to me!
I notice my mind
Sneeze,
[Go] cold.
Shoved under.
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Author: Jonathon
Would rather be out swimming, running, or camping. Works in state government. Spent a youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.
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