I was right and I'm sure you know it. No more good luck, no more good night, no more sweet dreams, no more good morning kisses. You've lost your touch, I've lost my trust. You don't care to find your way through the maze, I don't think how do I know? It's like reading the book of an untrusted narrator, his opinion, his words, are useless. My paranoia if I can call it that, my self-consciousness, my doubts and all my worries are collapsing on my shoulders, I can feel them press against my ribs, my chest.
I couldn't sigh today. After days and days of sighing, or work, or worry, I couldn't do it, I couldn't sigh. It built up as always and when I did sigh it was like coming alive again, like coming up from drowning or the couple seconds after almost dying.
Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. It was the same with another, a mirror image in a fun house, warped, yet I stand the same. Upset, hurt, breathless. Tired as always. Exhausted, so tired, so drained from my eye sockets to my knee sockets.
Got distracted. Bye.
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