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Deliver a temporary hole to throw all evidence and clean out as much as you can. What will you choose to toss away forever?

Last in a longer moment to finally be released into calm. Can you endure? Can you try?

Switch my time while I sleep and expect the unconscious to adjust. Even the hardest workers need an oblivion where they can’t be touched.

Baking to fill a role and name, one of mocking or playful affection? It’s still unclear, and maybe it’s better that way.

Scan the empty spaces and try to fill with no time, does it hide the problem effectively? Or just presents a rushed uncared for view of life?

Prepare and repeat while creating stories in your head. The people aren’t real, but the emotions are. That has to count for something, right?

Ten racks of preparation while others ghost past and ignore cries for help. Their claws reach miles away, digging deep and injecting guilt so they don’t pretend to carry it.

Add a brighter layer and lift your mood with each stroke, entering a state of contentment while the evidence of production is there for all to see.

Recognition finally shown just as your will was about to snap. Are you a rubber band to them? How many times will you stretch before you start to tear?

Rest a moment longer and miss your chance to grab the energy needed for the rest of the day. How will you survive now?