The Day Before the First Plasma Donation
the cold air hits me hard
nevertheless i have to do this
my legs buckle and i struggle on the hill
wearing three layers of clothes, i wonder how i got here
each second something changes, yet i remain stranded and lost
i exhaust my mind thinking thinking thinking
i depress my self blinking blinking blinking
the end result is me sinking sinking sinking
further down i go into an abyss with parasitic views
the only way out is to immerse myself in extended disruptions
knowing this, to the library i go....
classified section after classified section....
call after call to temp agency after temp agency
it is enough to drive one crazy if one chooses to do so
however, i remain and remember that i must keep the faith....
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