By A.D.S.
I've run out of excuses and doors.
I'm tired of walking on eggshells and broken glass.
I'm out of breath and sync.
I'm sick of milk and coffee.
I have a lump in my mind and tea.
I feel a throb in my heart and knee.
I can't bend my knee anymore.
It hurts too much.
I want to leave it straight for a while.
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