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Wasted Time

Tick tock
Lying with hot water bottles
Sheets unraveled around my wait
Hair in a bun squashed by the head board
Silence and the occasional traffic
A bang
A word
A sensation
A song
A movement
Thoughts memories acumulate disintegrated by a few months
Every cloud
Don’t judge a book
Give it time
It’s going to be ok
Oh why did I believe them
Please forgive me
Why did I do that
What am I doing here
Things fix
It’s not to late
To be happy
To feel the buz of your own messy energy
I’m strong
I’m feeling it I jump out of bed to save myself
Then..........
 
Tick Tock
Lying with stale water bottles
Sheets unraveled around my feet
Hair in a messy bun
Squashed by the headboard
Silence
Just plain boring silence
Too busy thinking
Wasting time
Imagining
But not moving a muscle
What’s the point
look now
Yesterday’s gone

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