I don't ever seem to want tomorrow to come these days.
Must need to work on my perspective again.
Insomnia?
Tomorrow, don't come in any great hurry, please.
You are just too much for me.
I have had enough for one day.
Stop.
I am tired of being strong
and independent
perfectly smooth
pristine
Untouchable
Glass
You can see through me
Don't tell me what you see
I'm so afraid
there's nothing there.
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