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I check the mailbox
twice a day for a message
of something better than
i need you. There's only
so much bad news a person
can handle.

I jump
at the toaster's elevation
of my bagel.
Another morning,
another thought,
thoughts.

Remember
Black Friday?
And today is just a Friday
like a Monday; waiting
for it to end while
knowing:
This is the beginning.

I need someone
who doesn't need me.
There's only so many
tears my shoulder
can take
before,
a tsunami, like guilt,
like it not being enough.

Alarm clocks,
set multiple times
because I'd rather sleep
than have a nightmare
called reality.

Are you depressed? 
A loaded question,
and I shoot back.

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answers.