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                                                            Worn
       Small stones I kicked raced off into traffic, bounced off tires, scuttled under cars. Why is it always me? My breath steamed, warmth fled from my torment. How can I be the only one? Streams of cold whipped up my leg through a tear in my jeans like bullets from a chrome barrel. My eyelids pulled to the earth, longing to reach the sinister solace of stability. It's always my fault...but don't blame me. I was smart enough to know the reality of "stability", how, like all else, it would just up and leave - a mere illusion. Sweat, blood, and tears - Oh God all the tears. The Blood. I shuffled through the trees off the sidewalk. I'll take the illusion for now.

                         The ragged man stumbles drearily across the sidewalk, a slight vibrating hum emitting from his throat, though there is no tune to be deciphered. His staggering and the amount of blood on his leg will not keep his whereabouts hidden from those who know what has happened. The "normal" people of society chance disgusted glances his way, not that they need to, they could have literally stopped and stared, he is as oblivious as a corpse. He tilts forward, constantly about to fall, but always grasping to balance. Jagged, vertical lines show his true skin color beneath the dirt encrusted with sweat. He veers right, into a dark patch of evergreens, a cell-like confinement of dirt and pine-needles. Crumpling to the ground, more tears come. Moments pass. A shudder. His breathing slows. Let him rest...

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                                                            Worn
       Small stones I kicked raced off into traffic, bounced off tires, scuttled under cars. Why is it always me? My breath steamed, warmth fled from my torment. How can I be the only one? Streams of cold whipped up my leg through a tear in my jeans like bullets from a chrome barrel. My eyelids pulled to the earth, longing to reach the sinister solace of stability. It's always my fault...but don't blame me. I was smart enough to know the reality of "stability", how, like all else, it would just up and leave - a mere illusion. Sweat, blood, and tears - Oh God all the tears. The Blood. I shuffled through the trees off the sidewalk. I'll take the illusion for now.

                         The ragged man stumbles drearily across the sidewalk, a slight vibrating hum emitting from his throat, though there is no tune to be deciphered. His staggering and the amount of blood on his leg will not keep his whereabouts hidden from those who know what has happened. The "normal" people of society chance disgusted glances his way, not that they need to, they could have literally stopped and stared, he is as oblivious as a corpse. He tilts forward, constantly about to fall, but always grasping to balance. Jagged, vertical lines show his true skin color beneath the dirt encrusted with sweat. He veers right, into a dark patch of evergreens, a cell-like confinement of dirt and pine-needles. Crumpling to the ground, more tears come. Moments pass. A shudder. His breathing slows. Let him rest...