You watch the sky, mesmerizing it's beauty. At the bleak of five forty five you decide and let yourself free of all the worries you wore like a second skin; so close that anybody would barely notice.

You open the box of feelings within you're heart, disputing over which to hold, you graze the sides of the coffee table, as you watch the flower wither more and more.

The stench of guilt breaks you, you try to loosen the shackles yet decide to step a foot back in the vigorous battle you're afraid.Afraid of wounds that would never heal.

There is a growl of jealousy squirming in you chest weaving an evil deed. You try to cage it yet, you fail in the wish of someone's miseries.

Your toe nails curl, revealing the places you stayed longer than it's purpose.

You do what you cannot heal

You regret.

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