Just a Blur

I’ve been lulled into a false sense of purpose

Where nothing seems too urgent

Rendering me wordless

I used to fear the bump in the night

Now I’m afraid if I don’t wake up

That’d be alright

I tried to be the monster

The bump under the bed

But I’m just in your head

Life is just a blur

Of all the things I said

Unwritten words I now forget

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