It’s when satin feels like sandpaper
in those nights of awakening restlessness
It’s when a gentle touch leaves scars
in those moments of misunderstood tenderness
It’s when a warm shower feels like cold rain
at those mornings when reality comes to close
It’s when reassuring words of compassion
sound like repeating humiliating echoes
It’s when wine tastes like muddy water
in those moments of lonely drinking
It’s when unchaining daylight finally arrives
but you’re unable to start without flinching
It’s when support looks deliberate betrayal
because holding on feels like drifting away
It’s all a consciously dreamed nightmare
Being convinced that this day is today
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