why do i feel tired after
knowing she is okay; happy
was it i am in reality now
that i keep denying myself
lots of rest; over thinking
blocking out numerous ifs
i laid flat on my back quiet
then i thought of cleaning
anything around me, dust enemy
all papers i collected, thrown
i even scrub corners with soap
my shoulder sore; i feel fresh
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