wasted

wasted

With friction roughness can eventually be rubbed away and also people. Things that make other things go away are water and wind and wasting and people. There is such a thing as a wasting disease and then there is the wasting unease which disappears you even faster, the knowing you are being wasted in a life with no love, on someone with no love for you or at least not enough to protect you from the friction. Water under the bridge is supposed to be a good thing but too much water and it never makes it under the bridge it sweeps the bridge right away with it. And wind wind wind blowing from your mouth as you pick and peck and dig this kind of wind can tear down mountains. And so I am rubbed not in the right way and torn down and wasting and wasted. Away.

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