i am a stale piece of bread. the butt end too. the piece that no one wants to eat. i feel nothing. seek nothing. and do nothing. i am expendable. i am garbage. i am useless. i am gone.
no one hears me. no one sees me. and by the way, it's over.
Chronicling Growing Up
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