Harmony in slipping out of the existence that is expected of me.
Rotting in bliss again and crawling inside to sleep them all off.
Sleep them off.
White lights and rested heads dropping the "better left unsaid."
Blending into their ambience like the background music it is.
Bathing in the isolation.
Miles wash off and hands left worthless.
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