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there's an empty space
I can't fill it
a roach on my shoe
I can't kill it
so microscopic
I can't see it
so high on the shelf
need a step ladder
to help myself
note to self
been noticing
been listening
my how, things have changed
still somehow it's like the same
at the same time
like for instance
like can be a split decision
like living in a mansion
 sleeping in a mission
eating good
starving to death
drained until
there is nothing left
sept a plastic
trash bag in a cubby
nobody lub me
crying, "no one loves me"
wanting to be forgiven
go straight from all the
crooked living
can't erase the sin
trying to replace the sin
thick and worn thin
high bottom
top side down