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Misery

    
I sat on the foot of the bed lost & broken mostly.  No walls.  No pictures or city spires to see.  No dresser, no place to put my clothes, or my things,  no desk,  no chair or living room to fashion or room to roam with my memories.   Yet everything, and all the worry of its upkeep belonged to me.      
Written by Pishashee
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Author's Note
Pandemic/Feelings of homelessness, mistakes, & misery. I drive my car, and this frees me. Watch my new YouTube video here featuring Radiohead
https://youtu.be/583cdbJWx9Y

Where my drive is my art! ❤ Love to all of you guys. ❤
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