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I feel like

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a squashed pumpkin
a beaten egg
a battered dog
with ample stick
up the arse
corn without the pop
I feel like hell
during the rush hour
like death
without the wake
mourning
without the dearly
deceased and desisted
down
10 feet below
gravel-bound

when I'm like this
I shouldn't write