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I can’t put my finger on it

everything is blending together

these nights are getting harder to face

the wee morning hours thoughts eat my common sense

and pride

The only thing that tastes new is old

I’m too terrified to even mention….

I keep all these thoughts inside my head

All this change has got me cashing in

I’m only finding myself richer

fingers crossed, eyes squeezed shut

now don’t spend it all in one place