Some sickness has befallen me - throat, lungs and head. Covid again? I don't think so, but I'm tired.
I took my clothes to the laundromat and dragged my butt into a local place for a meal. My townsfolk filled the place. I feel no relation, no kinship. I don't know any of them after more than 20 years. I feel trapped in this place when I realize I live here.
Your mistakes, like a yellow brick road stretching backward. Give me something.
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