The tire at the back of the vehicle.
The pencil that's left unsharpened.
The shirt that's always kept for emergency.
The money that hides in the deepest of your pocket.
The spare tire.
The extra pencil.
The extra shirt.
And emergency money.
Will I always be like those objects?
The spare?
The extra?
The reserve?
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
