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Sonnet #91

These days I have more missed calls than answered.
68 unread text,
and appointments get canceled.
Who's next?
I hurt the people that I love
I can't word how I feel
I'm shedding tears in the tub,
life is harder than ever, for real.
Chugging beers,
wiping tears off my iPhone screen.
Things I write are consolation for my fears.
I can't stand without a lean
I don't know if it's a dream.
Am I acting? Well, scene.

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