Flopped in my flimsy black
computer chair, spinning in slow circles.
Tears close to the surface, dashed hopes.
All I wanted was some mint chocolate chip
ice cream. That’s all I wanted.
Damn you for eating it all.
Damn you.
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2 comments:
the simple pains we endure
too true.
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