why can't i write
any
more.
some familiar
strange
monotonous
routine
comparable to
nothingness
that seamlessly
floats around my body
i want out
of these days
that turn into weeks
that turn into years
that turn into seconds
that turn into diddly-fucking-SQUAT
my body is stuck
like hair in a ponytail
tightening with every motion
with every emotion
but what happens
when that rubber-band breaks
there are always more rubber-bands
waiting to be hold me back
i mean my hair
i mean.
shit.
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