I’m not going to pretend to know your

struggles when the floor is crashing beneath your feet.

Trying to pull yourself up from your own defeat.

Prying eyes watching you even as you sleep.

But what they don’t know is you’re coming,

for them even in your dreams.

Sleepwalking until it becomes a reality.

Don’t mind that my mind is writing me.

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