I do something more worthy of derision. Everyday I feel deserving of this unending sentence of poverty.
My skin is a mess, my clothes dirty and wrinkled. I could be mistaken for a homeless person if I didn't refrain from talking to myself in public and confine it to the safety of my own home.
One day it won't be like this.
I just hope it's one day soon.
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