Myogenic


Nobody knows the real me.
Because I don't want them to.
They wouldn't like the real me.
Even the real me doesn't like the real me.
Slowly drowning me.
Suffocating me.
Launching the anchor over and over and over again.
Disguised as a heart beat.
Pounding me.
Keeping me present but empty.

I long to sleep. Always.

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