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My body aching,
My hands trembling, shaking,
It's time to go on.
 

How can you,
Like what's new? 
All of you,
innocent,
in your plastic,
wannabe world. 
Somehow you know the lyrics to any new song,
Just the second,
it comes out.
I I halfheartedly learn too,

I'm stuck in the past.
I feel like i'm the only one
Who knows,
How to flip a record.
Or,
Get the dust off the needle,
And is still gen Z.
I wish I could like what's new,
But I can't.
Cause it all,

I'm lying half asleep, 
in a bed to small to support my aching body.
thinking.
about nightmares coming true
and questions I'm too lazy to find the answers to. 
how can a useless, helpless, harmless infant be called

I'm thinking about the next morning,
When mom starts icing the cake.
A Christmas cake, she thought would fall apart,
Like my brain, after the texts 
But it didn't and neither did my brain.