My neck is twisted and my back is tight;
Isn’t it obvious I slept on the couch last night?
The silence is loud;
Yesterday, he walked on eggshells and attempted to engage several times;
I am too proud.
It’s not healthy to hold a grudge––and it’s completely out of character for me––but I’m having a hard time letting go.
I know what I should do;
But I don’t want to.
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