Pet Rock

Unraveling like a sweater.

I can't take this shit.

If I am delt with one more unfair hand;

I doubt that I can deal with it.

I hope you understand.

I've snapped in half.

And the bits of me are scattered across the kitchen floor.

I don't know who I am anymore.

Lost in translation and missunderstood.

The lord giveth and the lord taketh away.

Why can't anything good just stay?

Now who do I bitch to about my horrible day?

Coming undone.

This shit ain't no fun.

I've got no one.

I could get a pet rock.

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