Like those poor little mice caught in those glue traps
Sometimes we get stuck.
they wrestle and wriggle to no avail
the only way to free ourselves is to dislocate a shoulder or break a leg
And even that might not be successful.
Stuck!
Doomed to a slow horrible death of starvation and discomfort.
That is how I feel today.
Stuck
Stuck in a net of not enough
confined to a future of frustration
entangled in almosts but never was...
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