Thousand

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I feel the desire to sit in my grave, reading a good thousand page book,

As I sip on a cup of tea and dip graham crackers to have them melt on my taste buds,

Where I would get to fade away into a world of nonfiction that I lived through,

A world that continuously changed, but that never learned from their past mistakes,

I took a sip of my tea and laughed for hours as I felt like I was reading the same books on repeat,

My heart beat softly, but I felt no love for anyone out there in the world,

Because I would rather be a lonesome being, than to feel like I am hated all around,

My borderline mindset kept me isolated and knowing I would become too attached, kept me away,

My only attachments were my thousand cats, that I adored with all my heart,

That hissed and meowed loudly with every chuckle I made,

My babies making me laugh even more strongly from my chest,

And once I'm finished reading my last book for the night, I finally stand,

My babies purr loudly with desire for a meal after they notice my readiness,

And I finally decide I must once more leave my cave,

That is when I decide I must finally Jump.

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