Broken lights surround windows in a place that I call home. In a house full of family and friends, I still feel alone.
Conversation littering the air, but all I do is stare...
I don't sleep like I used to. It would come with ease and take care of everything. Now I'm running from my dreams, gaining ground with every step, until there's nothing left.
Apologetic remarks made with intent to fix the soul, but we're just widening the hole and acting like we don't know.
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