1962 Cadillacs; Sixty-Two Sedan, Sedan de Ville, and Fleetwood Sixty Special

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1962 Cadillacs; Sixty-Two Sedan, Sedan de Ville, and Fleetwood Sixty Special
Jon Whitcomb (1906–1988), Cadillac. The New Sixty-Two.
6 Word Poetry #62
6 Word Poetry #62
I will share new six-word poems with you each Monday AND if you leave one in the comments, I will share it the following week & tag your blog. Enjoy this week’s offerings. ~~~~~~~~~ Positive COVID-19 test, now we wait 🤒 Served by others. Loved by God. Coffee or tea, drinks for me. Read books, watch movies and rest. I look forward to every Monday.Six word poetry is great fun! –David’s Daily…
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2:25pm. Why do I talk? Why do I even open my mouth? Why do I do this to myself? I fucking hate myself. I am so fucking ugly and awkward and stupid and worthless. I swear everyone judges me. I hate myself so much. Godfuckingdamnit. I hate my life. I hate everything. I hate feeling this way. I fucking hate it. I cannot get it out. I cannot get it out of my chest, out of my head, out of my bones. I am shaking. I fucking hate this. I want to curl up into a ball and cry or die or sleep or do something other than deal with my life.
V....... needs to take her playlist and delete it. Why does it fucking matter? Why does it even matter to her? I am so fucking worthless. I mean nothing to her; I never did.
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7:47pm. I am so fucking done with everything. I fucking hate myself. I have too much to do. I cannot take it. I cannot take it. I cannot take it. Someone help me. I am so fucking sad. I want to rip my heart out and tear my skin apart. I am so fat. I hate being so fucking fat. I hate my body so much. No one talks to me. No one fucking cares. I want someone to care, the “right” someone. Please just care. Please. I am dying. I am in so much pain.
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10:44pm. I want to die. Ahaha. Unheard of, I know.
11:18pm. I still want to die.
1959 Cadillac Sixty-Two Coupe by Pat Durkin Via Flickr: Donut Derelicts - Huntington Beach, CA Press L to enlarge
1941 Cadillac Sixty-Two Coupe