and half-awake mind
you survive the day.
Laughing at what is
supposed to be funny.
Morning what is
supposed to be sad.
Suppressed by numbness,
a perpetual unease
eats at your bones.
You don't even know
it's there until one day
you can no longer stand.
Your legs give out
from the weight
they've been carrying.
Your spine crumbles
into a pile on the floor.
Devastated, you sigh relief.
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