What if you haven’t really got the
wherewithal to pull out of this
long slow spiral you’ve been
circling for years?
All the little increments
and petty indulgences
and all the while the grime is
building up in the gears
keep flying off the handle
get hot under the collar
all my buttons getting
pushed from every side
that mountain isn’t getting
any shorter by the minute
by now there’s just so many
things I let slide
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