Norms
Bad days. Chaos polluting my air. Anxiety restricting my common sense. I am hoping for the better, fighting to prevent
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Midnight
Sanity is slipping — an urge to be unseen — wishes cast into an empty well
After Party
I waited for an angel. Time was ticking. They seated me with demons. Alone with my thoughts. The night lingered
