Lonely Anecdote

Location

Brooklyn, NY
United States

I reached for the stars

At least that's what it felt like

Whence I loved

I thought I loved

To love enough

But wasn't enough

A stolen joy

An empty void

I feel

It kills

Slowly

And family

Won't let me be

And endlessly

Pleasures cease

Circumstances

Past due, fees

Is all she can think about

And money is the situation

That motivates a nation

Under God

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