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Thoughts

I don’t know what
I was doing and
I don’t know if
I even cared,
because,
if I remember correctly,
it was my grandfather’s
birthday,
and all I’m doing is just
standing there.
I never know if I’m awake
or if I’m asleep
or if I really ever care.
(I will shrivel up
into nothing more
than a carcass).

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