Please Make This Hell Stop.
Someone Pass Me A Pen.

I put a pen on the table.
It rolls onto the floor.
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I use a public toilet.
I have to carry my bag before I can wash my hands.
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I take a top off the hanger.
A second one falls off too.
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I put my seat belt on.
It digs into my neck.
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I owe someone £4.20.
They tell me, don't worry about the .20.
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I brush my hair straight.
Staticky wisps cling to my face.
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I start a conversation.
Stress until it ends.
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I use my knuckles at ATMs.
I'm covered in germs.
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I read the headlines.
Torture my eyes for seeing.
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I go for a driving lesson.
My face gets itchy.
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I put on deodorant.
My clothes get clingy.
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I put the TV on.
Someone asks me a question.
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I stand in the shower.
I ache to feel dry.
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I get into my bed.
Study the sheets for fluff.
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I pick up a different pen.
I write.
I can breathe.
About the Creator
Sarah O'Grady
I like to play with words to escape reality. Or at least to try and make sense of it.
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