Meds
It’s just the medication.
That makes me feel like something good is happening.
So that when sleep refuses me-
I will shut up.
And I will be pleased.
What is waiting for me outside those doors?
A family?
My family.
They don’t really miss me anymore.
Huh.
I guess I shouldn’t try to miss them either.
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