I wish I could sleep. I'm caught up in the desire for morning to come so I can just busy myself in my work and drown out the noise. But I also want time to stop moving so I can get some much needed rest. I'm so tired. I'm so very tired.
What do we do when we stop pointing fingers and take a good long look in the mirror? Does truth make a habit of hiding? Or are we all just naturally terrible at finding it?
When do you give in and realize you can't stop the bleeding? When do you stop, take a deep breath and call it? When is it too late?
Take deep breaths. In and out. When you ask me to count to 10, who are you really asking for?
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