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Knowing I Am Killing Myself

I sit and I sit and I sit again, Wondering why my neck hurts And my body is losing her elasticity. Eating brownies for fuel, knowing I am killing myself Softly, and in a luxuriously relaxing way. The brownies are gone, but I am not satisfied, So I reach for the potato chips. They are salty and crunchy And help me swallow the Sweet of the brownies. I am in one of those hey, let’s not Do-anything-today-days. I would go to the store and Get more chips, but I am Out of steam, Sitting Just Sitting Hurting No one But Me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 12/21/2018 10:45:00 AM
We all have those days, wouldn't take anything for them. Still, aren't they exhausting?
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/21/2018 12:40:00 PM
Yes, they can be for sure!
Date: 12/20/2018 4:55:00 PM
This is all-too-relateable.... so perfectly penned!! (another FAV!) ;)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/20/2018 6:17:00 PM
Thank you. It came to me suddenly and without warning.

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