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Some Days

Some days everything makes me want to cry.
Even the spaghetti swirled around my fork feels
poignant; it didn't ask for this final indignity.
Breakfast dishes covered in sticky syrup,
the fan just spinning and spinning
because it has nothing else to do
with its mechanical life,
and me sitting here typing
all seem superfluous to the whole world,
which is random and meaningless by itself.
It's not you;
it's not them;
it's not this:
it's just my stupid brain
and it always passes.
In the meantime, just hold me for a little while.
Yeah, just like that.
Thanks.