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It all ends.
Sooner or later.
Everything ends.
So why start?
Why try?
If it all turns to ashes
why even begin.
Better to hide away.
Safe.
It's all status quo
of some sort or other.

A's status quo is self-righteous hermit
so lost in her long ago love.
B's status quo is triumphant bitch
just dare yourself to cross her.
C's status quo is perfect wife martyrdom
wearing a rhinestone tiara.

And mine?
Drifter
Lost
Aimless

Where is my anchor?
Where will I be safe?
Where will I be whole?
I can cry
buckets
rivers
oceans
and not be done.

I am blindstupiddeafdumb.

I am hurt
and
I am always
all ways
alone.