distort,
twist and
tangle myself into a ball of worry..
at 12 at night,
when it's just the heat of my room, and me
i'm back, one, two years,
with my twin bed,
and my fan making my walls move
loose pages just fluttering
then i gripped people to me like my life line,
now i don't know how,
but i know i'm ready to be open with everyone
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