One third of a litre later I snuck out of the door.

Shut it quite firmly, I turned and walked quite briskly.

With no purpose, nor intention, my motivation was my inability to cope with crap any more.

And I sat, where people crap, and grasped my head with my claws,

And pulled, and picked, and sobbed, and kicked, and collapsed upon the floor.

I turned my phone to silent.

I turned my phone completely off.

It didn’t matter who you were,

I didn’t care. I’d had enough.

And the box upon the form that asks if you’ve had these thoughts before,

I tick yes, and process the thought that if I wandered I doubt I’d not come back any more.

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