anti-prudential.
Laying in a cold sweat.Where do my tears begin and end?
My eyes are dull.
They see nothing humorous -
in the words I've heard this day.
Yes, I know I'll be okay.
I'm aware everything will be alright.
But...Right now I'm twisted inside...
The sockets, the bags under them, the face holding them in place...
so sore from constant emotional raging.
I'm done taking risks for a while.
And done with faking a smile.
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