The wind screams her voice hoarse

Hollering at my window

Begging for me to greet her

And allow her to tangle my hair

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She reminds me of the many

People commanding my attention

Blowing up my cell phone

Leaving voicemails I'll never hear

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Sometimes I envy the dead

They have no obligations here

The corners of their mouths are not

Tied in forced smiles

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I stare at my blank paper before me

And convince myself I'll never

Be worth anything

Just like the mountain of mistakes in my trash

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My friends encourage me I'm trying

And that's all that matters, right?

I know I could do more

But all I care about anymore is sleep

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Wallowing in my own self-misery

Accenting my being

Keeping my mouth sewn shut with wire

Everyone knows.

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Understand me, I beg you

Please