while in the shower or in the car or when I'm supposed to be sleeping, odds times because they are the only times, maybe, that my mind is allowed to rest. I don't get clean, I don't get sleep. I get ghosts.
I had thought my heart was an empty room, but now I know it must have served as safekeeping for something valuable, and I'm not sure I have it anymore or not...and I'm not sure I even know what it is.
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