I’m exhausted. Fatigued. Looking in the mirrors of others to try to find where I fit in. Trips to nowhere in hopes I find a seat. Gigs for no one to stay on my feet. A 3-day MC I couldn’t even cash in.
It’s yet another day but the rain is one and the same.
I'm afraid of when I break.
© 2026 gent
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