the day begins like another day i hear a sermon it must be sunday words are echoing all around coming through the fog
on my elbows i look around nothing here but the sound of breathing all the pillows are in a pile and the blanket is off i thought the windows were made of glass i thought the patterns were on the ceiling i thought the pictures were parallel i thought that i knew it all
i didn't know i was stupid i didn't think i was stupid i couldn't tell i was stupid i didn't know it at all
i get a call from a good friend and oh i'm alive again she says she's in for the weekend and just happened to call i try keeping her on the line saying whatever comes to mind she says it sounds like you're doing fine and leaves me climbing the wall
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