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Dance to a movement unknown, to an audience of nothing, not knowing one stands silent, smiling and watching and gaining courage to carry on their story.

Stack by five for a tower of delight, packed into enticement for eager fingers to clutch so they can escape for a moment of indulgence.

Exit from life but linger to avoid the unknown, creating a personal purgatory of endless misery, the emotion is familiar at least and preferable to the horrifying end that awaits.

Trapped in a room where you ended everything, hoping for the final freedom. But now you’re eternally stuck, unable to forget, unable to leave, unable to change anything anymore.

Distant spy watching your unknowing innocence enjoy dreamland, alone in the house but unaware, the threat of panic unable to descend as you slumber on in ignorance.

Comfort viewed through a critical eye, the mess of the happy no longer good enough when others may witness it. Scrub to pretend you’re someone you’re not, all to avoid whispers and the dread of being judged.

Shadowed visits to quell the resentment, yet it’s too dark to explain the hurt hidden in the moment. Will it be dismissed now, left to dwell within your heart until sorrow weighs too heavy and limbs cannot be forced to move.

Convenient coatstand to throw all your concerns on without looking, how long will it take you to notice it’s no longer there? All your problems are now a growing pile on the floor.

Aching resolve struggles to surface, longing to lay down and forget all the responsibilities waiting, that others left behind and you must carry. Who will pick them up if you’re too weak to?

Entanglement of the lost delving deeper into overgrown and witnessing scenes no other have seen, but too panicked to marvel at the knowledge, only desperate to get out.