We’ll never sleep.

God knows we’ll try.

Seriously though, where are you?

It’s been years, not just one. And I’ve been in my head trying to make sense of if it’s me or you or me. It’s me. Always. But Ive been trained to lay there and take what life gives me so my stomach turns at the thought of having to stand up for myself. I put on a good show, an intimidating bubble few poke through. You should know it’s a lie. And I’m soft. So soft.

Step Into My Office, Baby

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