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let it all out, sadness, anger, happiness, fear. right here. because therapy is overrated
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sixteenth

january

twenty

seventeen

envelope

(misanthrope)

redundancy

“rewind that…”

late

september

twenty

eleven

nostalgia ultra

sony mp3

cracked screen

cross-country

every little thing

on the back seat

crockery

stereo

two pairs of jeans

old nike sbs on my feet

(with the bubble heel)

overdrawn

oldest kid

on the graduate scheme

five point five

went by

time to leave

“good luck”

“don’t need luck”

nice exit speech, chief

forget it

dead it

roll credits

new frank era

obsessed with futura free

kept playing it on repeat

couldn’t see

honey for bees

just writhing colonies

truthfully

colleagueZ iZ alwayZ fleaZ

spines of others

as seats

feed n’ breed

micro-dynasties

thirty, in a dirty house share

primark sheets

a fan/no fans

white noise for road noise

chilled breeze

exposed

comatose

hunched close

to a twenty-one inch tv

writing

rewriting

and rewriting my cv

rejected

dejected

screened

few calls with recruiters

lying ’bout experience

lying ’bout dreams

compass of necessity

what initially

felt like fair *bye-bye* money

burning down to zero

as opportunities

drifted further from reach

cancelled spotify plan

adverts in streams

aural insult to injury

gym days

half-hearted reps

no gains

wasting time

on the smith machine

(like a goofy newbie)

flows

prose

poetry

let some loose

into the wild

on most

hit delete

“might run away”

burn some weeks

on a beach

hide from reality

(just like it’s always been)

“sheesh”

months went by

like moths

new soundtrack: rain in england

lil b

…

end of a rainbow

fast forward six

comedown chorus

split seams

no i in team

can’t listen to joji

glimpse of us

makes my heart feel

like cartwheels

through japanese screens

…

memories

an old school scene

before pedestrianised streets

ifrit emits

a warrior scream

despite the scars

come so, so far

now yesterdays fee

ain’t todays fee

(you can’t afford me).