The week stretches long as lucky sevens have come and gone. More time to spend than money on pretty things. Patience is a key but more like a slut to me. The air we breath is free and easy as long as you do not think of breathing. We all think of leaving to find a distracting to keep me from me. When left to my own devises suicide is painless. Watching reruns of mash on T.V. I've waited all week and now on this couch, I cannot leave. The world is cruel but even more, it is big. Walk all day in one direction passing building after building. But what is there for me? how can I find someplace to be? where do I fit in in this society? Everyone is friendly as long as I spend my money. But now my wallet is empty and those friendly faces that once greeted me, now are asking if I am going to buy anything.
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