no one bothered to warn me that my
idyllic fantasies of adulthood would
not be champagne flutes and sex but
endless sums of stressful work
tethering my soul to depression
except when a clock strikes midnight
encapsulating my survival of
nineteen years and counting
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Coffee Culture
PoetryIn which tiny snippets of time are cut and pasted together. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Poetry #30 (29/01/19) © 2019 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.
