a note stapled upon my forehead this morning

how many
pints of blood
can
one shed
before realization
comes

i am
no good
for you

and
by you
i
mean
everyone

happiness
is
the feeling of flight
of
soaring

reality
is
the bug zapper
that
appears
as the light
at
the end
of the tunnel

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