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I spin through the
nothingness of what used to be recession
The turquoise hallways
are opaque and remind me of what I lack
My eyes squint, this light
is way too intense
And I’m back on that hospital bed; my father
screaming pleasantries like "Why, why why?!"
I think of
what could have been and what I’ve succumbed to
These 'good
times' so to speak are scarce and hard to comprehend
I'm
apprehensive to be in someone's arms again held tight like a
child
It's a lagging comfort, a lie
This feeling will never
last so grasp it tighter while it's embracing you
I have to go work on my biology homework now…