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You try to run, nowhere to hide;
You want to crumple up and close that door.

I wish it was possible
to crumble like that,
y'know?
close the door
and then the next time
I open it to go outside,
none of this will be there
It'll disappear
like little cat-feet fogginess
that you didn't realize
had come earlier
by the time
you wake up in the morning.
and then everything
would be okay.