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Sleep away your sins, your wasted time a sign of redemption, or so you hope, dream of a time when all was innocent and ignore the mess that can never be undone.

Recall the morning because quality is at risk, wasting hours of effort in silent disgrace and leaving the afternoon empty, making the whole day obsolete.

Mid-dark at midday, the world tired and longing for darkness as validation to rest, to hide, to take a moment and weep.

Demand the desire and wonder if it’s lost when requests are required instead of the spontaneous thrill that once belonged within your bubbled world.

Silence with disappointment, a harsh punishment done without thought, too wrapped up in your own dilemma to realise the hurt it causes or the doubt that sets like cement.

Unexpected shift to a planned day begins with chaos and sinks into a monotone acceptance, the rhythm uninspired but familiar, your hopes put on hold for everyday needs.

Switch the facts to lie about your input and claim you are worth less time and time again, soon you will give up and resign yourself to becoming what they’re making you, sitting down to relax while their panic rises from the consequences.

Season of death litters with beautiful, fluttering bodies descend on your path and line the way forward into the land of cold.

Relax into exhaustion and jolt away by others’ laziness, forcing you to rise and carry on when there’s nothing left to give.

Leave me to harden overnight so I may strike back when others bite into me, I’ll cut their mouth and cause a lasting hesitation everything they feel I can claim their stress so they will be free.