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Pet Rock
Unraveling like a sweater.
I can't take this shit.
If I am delt with one more unfair hand;
I doubt that I can deal with it.
I hope you understand.
I've snapped in half.
And the bits of me are scattered across the kitchen floor.
I don't know who I am anymore.
Lost in translation and missunderstood.
The lord giveth and the lord taketh away.
Why can't anything good just stay?
Now who do I bitch to about my horrible day?
Coming undone.
This shit ain't no fun.
I've got no one.
I could get a pet rock.
