I don’t want to live my life
writing essays
sitting next to people who sniff
              on the train

I don’t want to live my life
not being able to meet a deadline
without losing hours of sleep
              the night before

And I can’t help but think
maybe if you had looked after me properly
I’d be able to handle living my life
without thinking “what’s the point?”

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