do you remember?

In the morning,

I scramble out of bed to live.

In the evening,

I climb back to dream.

In between,

I don’t remember what I did.

[There are scribbles on my walls,

fingerprints on the door, thoughts on the floor

and screams that still bounce and echo.]

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