So

So I can't remember if I finished posting the 3 poems, and I'm too lazy to check.  I'll make sure to post some more once I stop writing personal poems.  Until then I'll leave you with this

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Public transportation:

I know I'm not alone, but it feels like I am
I want to grasp my life, but it's like gripping sand
I try to forget, but these feelings, they linger.
My past time remains and holds on-to my finger.

Thoughts fade into scars
Memories fade into shards.

And this glass cuts, no: if, &, or buts
No-thing to talk about; no thing to discuss
If you wanted to take the one-way shot to love,

Then should've taken the fucking bus.

June 18, 3:19am, Friday