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[getyour_wings]

I watched the sun go down through tinted windows with block lettering; as people went in and out of the doors enjoying their night, starting their night, ending their night, enjoying their night. I watched the sun come up hours later through a dirty window, as the light cast against the joyful black walls. As the sun went down, I dreamed of a warm bed and closing my eyes; as the sun came up I dreamed of nylon uniforms and cover-up powder. I've replaced sleep with work as my constant. And I've never felt more alone.

I have pains. And I can't tell whether they are hunger pains. Exhaustion pains. Or trying to get a grip pains.

Fuck this. And fuck me. And fuckity fuck fuck fuck.