Arms against my flailing head – my mid-morning crutch of sorts
Entirely destroyed, both inside and out
There seemingly no plastering over this particular disaster
Thrashing about, amounting to absolutely nothing all at once
Perfect opposition in time – my dutiful sister strutting her carefree stuff to the hilt
So near yet so very far, almost but never quite jarred
Built for better things, can you please just bear with me… Possibly sit and remind me where I am all over again!?

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