I want to share a beer
with people in the city
instead of being here
feeling pretty shitty.

But I’m too tired to be witty,
too worn to persevere,
too wrapped up in pity.

I swallow back each tear
and curse eternity,
wishing you were near.
Feeling pretty shitty.

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