To those who shouldn't be strangers
And stare into the gaslight.
I just want to sleep through the night
And not feel like dying anymore.
I don't want to simply break my back
Because no one believes I'm bending.
I don't want to move myself aside.
Feel free to believe it's me unwilling to fight,
Or unready to take a stand.
I'm too exhausted to contemplate your demons.
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