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Please Make This Hell Stop.

Someone Pass Me A Pen.

By Sarah O'GradyPublished 7 months ago 1 min read
Image Credit: Tima Miroshnichenko (Pexels)

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. 

inspirationalMental Health

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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