bursts of false memories
find my early night
swirling within
stilling and heightening,
reminding before
striking
nothing entirely
unfrightening,
no way
out of this mess
trapped for certain
endless opportunities
of absolutely nothing
just another
7 to 8 hours
entangled, all around
the binding pressing
and crushing
just as much
collapsing
while spiraling
into mindless
hectics
Writing With Kayla 
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