So I'm staring at the ceiling
chatting idly on the phone
scrolling through the channels
because "there's nothing on"wondering what shirt to wear
fretting of insecurities slipping through
or what the final match score will be
making assuring sounds of this and that
promising sunrises
dismissing realities not faced
dreaming of a lost past
while waiting for the world to end
with a tightened noose around my neck
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