No one wants to really look in the mirror. To question why they want the things they want. Or if they really do. If the little baubles we're sold don't cut it any longer our satisfaction is harder to come by. Because we're all blind. We never see the things we have. We often forget that love is free.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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