what's wrong with me?
a refrain that repeats and repeats as again and again
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someone knows someone who runs something, ourosboros eating itself.
until the skill that matters most is merely filling up time
and your transcript is from two years ago, collecting dust in a drawer
as younger undergraduates major in what you wanted so badly to study but
didn't, you didn't and now you're five years in the future with nothing to show
A once-gifted child now gifted with a never-ending passport to your childhood bedroom, your parents
Once-pride fading as the job search drags on, as efforts fail and accusations of not trying
Accumulate once again at the base of the same damn bed that gifted kid slept in.
Maybe you've given up trying, given up giving away pieces of yourself
only for silence and "we had many accomplished candidates and unfortunately
have decided to move forward with others" to accumulate in email folders
labeled job acceptances & rejections, the r-word all too common while
acceptance has yet to appear.
Acceptance is the final stage of grieving, but the future stays
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lingers, like the sun reflecting off the moon. night has fallen
as have you.
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and then Add to home screen.