whenever i feel miserable
i can't help thinking of the people
i left behind,
or, to be more precise,
i can't help thinking of them
thinking of me,
meeting up in some cool cafe
to discuss my ugly leather jacket
or the first wrinkles on my neck
together,
to celebrate
how powerless i have become,
to bring flowers and candles
to the monument of my miserability.
whenever i feel so,
i like to remind myself:
if all of them really DO,
how wise i am
to have left them
behind.
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