I'm a bit edged these days, in the quiet behind my eyes at least if not always for the common view. Looks like the edge is out of hiding for the moment.
Why does this matter so much? Who even cares why for that matter?
I do. I obsess. I tenaciously hang on even in the face of my own demise.
Those that care the most suffer the most when I am like this.
It is far worse to some and less to others.
Something broken sets my mind to spin.
Off it's axis, it tilts and threatens anyone close.
Promising nothing of value. Delivering something all too unwanted.
Why does it matter so much? I wish it didn't, but it does.
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