Like a bad clock
I am broken and I cannot explain why. There is no reason, I am just out
of step. I cannot identify a catalyst. I never can. I wrinkle like a raisin then crumble like a cookie then turn to dust like
old paint. I have slowly become a mess and there is no moment or event or
sharp edge to which I can point and say look! There! That's what broke
me.
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