fragile well-being depends on everything
working one inevitable collapse undone
the bed won't comfort alien furniture fits
rooms I fail to need or fill routines' shape
suited to another absent eventually lost
pills against depression leverage working
joints rising sun recovery changeable view
inflate thought enough to rise like dough
covered warm unconscious in the night I
wish I could I do I will whatever happens
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