I like to sugarcoat people. I make all sorts of excuses for them. I smile and nod, I grin and bear, I let them get me, wear me, tear me. Does that make me good, or strong, or patient? Maybe. But maybe it just makes me a fool. Sometimes I lean more to one side or the other, but after nights like this, I can't help wanting to stop. Wanting to drop these deadweights that burden my soul, that make me not whole, that borrow and never return. Even as I write those words, though, I konw they are slanted. Like peeking through blinds, I take in the sun, and I know tomorrow they'll be open again.
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