i hate ending every day
wishing i'd done better
in a month i'll be somewhere else
maybe my days won't end this way
maybe every night
i'll go to sleep with a smile
because my day was filled
with dozens of things
big and small
that were full of meaning
instead of going to bed
trying to reassure myself that tomorrow will be better
yes it will be better
i won't eat so much
i won't say that kind of thing
i won't act so needy
maybe when i get back
i can see this place through new eyes
eyes not heavy
with regret
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