Scraping for Clues

Tell me

how does it feel to be so terrified
of the place you were meant to seek love from

to be so emotionally beat up
in the place you suppose to seek shelter in

to have an impossible amount of hatred
towards the bed you’re suppose to sleep in

You are them
and they are you

When time is no longer an accepted concept
nothing can ever separate the sun and its heat

so tell me

how do you take out your thoughts
from your own head?

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