i feel strange ~poem

Poised to recommit myself to them
On my own two feet again
I feel strange, but I know words can sell
When my body's dragging me
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Spent another night done up, done in
Watching lights change hue and dim
Feeling like a mistress in my bed
Sworn to unkempt linens

I have the rights to end it
I had my time pretending
But now I'm waiting
For one of those things, fading.

Why do all my conversations blend,
When I can count them on my hand?
Surely not all bore to the extent
Of displacing moments

I have the nights for mending
Those days with jaded endings
But now I'm waiting
For one of those things
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