I fantasize about open wounds.
Allotting time just to dream them through.
Rage is the itch I’m not scratching.
I guess I’m overreacting.
But owning a red carpet puts me at ease.
Owning a red carpet helps hide the secret.
Bleaching the bathtub puts me at ease.
It puts me at ease.
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