don’t let the fuckers get you down

I am 39 days unemployed, and on this day, 

August 8th—I finally got an interview at a legit place. 

But as soon as the goodness invades, I begin the suffering and pain.

I am stuck inside this vein, I cannot make it go away.

I can, but choose to stab instead, happy always has an end.

I realize the past is gone, but lives so vividly inside my throat. 

It urges more than smiling does.

It counts the minutes it is gone. 

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