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Surviving, Not Thriving.

somehow making
it through yet another
agonizing day. Push
on through the workweek
to the weekend so

you can hide
from the world, dodge
all obligations,
responsible only
to yourself. Hide

in your one-bedroom
apartment, escape, spill
your alien soul behind
just another mask.

Just surviving, not
thriving, even living:
only the fucking faintest
of vital signs.

What holds
you back, square
peg? What is
it that immobilizes
you so consistently?


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