I don’t choose really,
only experience a midnight travesty
I found myself again
wonder me a kindly story
while I let the pain of scattered eyes
wander through the twilight mystique.
I am a sole survivor wishing
while the world rocks slowly around me,
I know there is a real diagnosis,
those that lay awake,
yet I am not that person,
instead my affliction, my drawing reality,
I suppose I am afraid of the next hour.
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