days have turned into weeks.
my sense of time has become distorted
underneath a blanket of
long nights full of hours meant for sleep
that rarely comes.
and I can’t help but wonder,
are you awake too
do you see me when you close your eyes
or are your demons larger than me
leaving me in their shadow
as nothing more
than an already fading memory
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