Didn't brush my hair,
I had no time.
Left home wondering:
Will I need my sunglasses
To cry this morning?
It was expected to be a long day.
I had like twenty voices
Screaming in a chorus
"It's a lie!"
But there was nothing I could do.
Lost my train to help a random woman.
Was good at finding things,
I told her.
What about a purpose?
It doesn't matter, I repeated.
It didn't matter, I was fine.
Kept walking
Alone,
Took another train,
Ate what I shouldn't.
Life was individual.
Romance was a farce.
I knew what I was doing
All that time.
And I was faithless,
But great.
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