On a Friday
You may never find it
In August
Because your mind is the broken key
Without even knowing
That unlocks the broken door
Who where you are were
But you are thinking about a window
Your lips as shocked as your mind
That leads
Nothing came out
Nowhere
When speaking or thinking
The place you have been trying to leave
Your body curled over
Because you do not know how you got here
Half exposed
And time is falling apart
Because they stole your clothes
Just like your thoughts
And gave you a piece of nothing
Just like your life
To drape over your shivering body
Which you will be lucky if
Your tears are dry
You can ever pick up the pieces
But you feel them
But you have to find them first
Pouring down your cheeks
And sort them out
Why can they only
In a order logical
Visit you me?
I went grocery shopping, first
I want to go with them
We had sex, afterwards
Please take me with you
Second, I gave you me
I won't screw up
First, you made me
I remembered how to wash myself
In this same place
Today
The hospital
I only forgot
Where I was born
To bring my clothes
I have not progressed
I had to push a button
I am a failure
And they laughed
Please find me
Before they brought them to me
I am in a place...

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