i imagine you sitting, thinking about persons, thinking about what you've done wrong in the day. remembering step by step your day, while ghosts pass through your window, everyone's hunting you. like a kid cornered. immense shadows. no, you can't go back. no, you cant put your head on your pillow. you have to keep thinking. thinking. thinking. pondering. remembering. distracting from life. trying to keep your mind active, 'till your eyelids close not exactly at your will. you don't want it to be a new day. you want to stay here today... not passive
...then you wake, alone and with lesser life.
or was it me?
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