I'm writing without looking,
it's so hot underneath the blanket.
Can't sleep.
Is it cramps or just thoughts?
My head is not racing,
my body aches as if it had been pacing.
rhymes are the only way to breathe.
at least one.
How do I see myself?
Travel is what I see,
I finally was able to find me.
After a year of not knowing.
Not knowing me completely.
Where must I go in the future?
Breathe.
Sleep.
Coming back to a dream.
This is just another cost.
Where is my best friend? Is it me?
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