Damien.

you are free
free to sit here and do nothing
lazily plug along through life
behind no matter how hard you try
how tired you get

cancer lemonade
and text messages

the undoing of my days
I don't believe
you believe

I miss Mokono
I'm dying for a
split-second-too-tight hug
I save them up
and let them out on crappy days

I'm waiting
waiting for it to get better
or
waiting for myself to crack

my poetry is nothing,
forum people
big empty zeros leering on the paper
mocking my attempts
to write
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Baron

I would suggest that you lose the last stanza. To me, the ending kills a potentially good poem

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