Morning Text by Kori | Written 2/26/17

Wake up to misery,

worry about yourself,

I am fine without your nasty remarks.

They turn into anger,

and get embedded into my memories.

This cycle won’t end.


don’t talk,


You don’t deserve me.

There is no joy, no song sung, no jokes, or criticism.

Just accusations and bitterness.

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