Time is fleeting fast
Giving me no time to think or act
Letting go of the illusion
That this cascading precipice of doubt
Could've been any different
There's two different types of tired
An eagerness for time to dissolve into the rigid past
And the other is the extreme dire need of sleep
Tell the wolves I'm home
And tell that their hunger is now understood
As I wish they would take me as I am
I find it strange how they decorate the pain
Acting like it wasn't a big deal
When really it was shattering their newly recovered heart
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