Sometimes I wake up in the morning and laugh at myself.. laugh at how I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the beating of my heart, and shut my ears to the pounding of your hand. Excuses are spent and overused. I'm tired of running, of walking, of moving at all in a way that ties me closer and closer to the ground that i tread. I'm looking and
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