You didn’t see how many time’s I’ve had to retrace my steps though. Retreat and pick up what I’ve lost. You don’t see me each night trying to figure myself out, trying to find out how I got into a room; and, what I came in there for in the first place.
It makes me sleepy, so I sleep. Then when I wake tomorrow, will I remember the jagged edges I had to avoid hitting today? Will I hit those jagged edges and have brand new bruises where the last one faded?
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