Too many late payments, all the
late night praying, I think,
what is rock bottom? and
have I hit it? Working
until I hurt, until it
drained me in
every manner. I have tried
from shoe sales to coat check, I
wont cry at the sight of this
notice, it only gives
more push in me,
to create my own way to a
better life, soon right for
good. Life. I’ll place my
belongings in these plastic bags,
will exit to enter something
more temporary and I, for her,
will manage so well.
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