Tired
The end of a long day
Clasping at my face
Clutching at straws
Writing a letter
Admitting responsibility
Remembering
Spinning back through time
Stopped at the moment
They take a drag
A long thick drag
Getting high
I am working with children
It's not in the right place
Fuck you
It's not in the right place
We'll fix it then
I am not OCD
It is not in the right place
Feeling destructive
We'll knock it down then
They exit.
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