It would be easy for me to let go now at a loss for everything. If I said I really tried -- I’d be lying, as I often do. The thought of sunlight and warm days seems desirable, but I always find it harsh, unwelcoming. When night is where I feel at ease, in solitude, among my thoughts.
You don’t know the first thing about me,
I won’t let you.
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