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heat, sweat sniffs at the surface.
the tint under your eyes grows darker
purple, a likable color
but unlikeable
in retrospect.

fatigue is suffocating,
it's blinding.
but comforting and
feels-like-home.

insomnia comes at a price
but pays you back
and perhaps it's accredited
to thoughts racing through your head
or maybe just chemicals
your body produces.
or maybe,
it's just the curse of
youth.

love sparkles from sprinkles
spotted along the driveway to your
house
and along the footsteps to your
bedroom door
but stray no where more.

his personality,
beautiful, just like his
being
but it's just a disenchantment
like everyone else.

the sickness you feel everyday
is a reminder of just that.