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Jun 2020
There's a fly on my window.
Stuck between the glass and the blinds.

I yell to it,
"Why do you trap yourself! Just get out!"

But I realize there's no fly on my window.

It's just the buzzing in my head,
the one that traumatizes me

to let go of my anger and my demons.
The pain and anger of reading your message last night were the last emotions I felt before falling asleep.
musician-of-stars
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