Crutch

I miss the days where I could care less,
days where I could throw my nerves off a cliff,
where chores were lighter than feathers,
and people were happier.

I’m afraid of what tomorrow brings,
afraid that I’ll crinkle the deceptive smoothness,
that my actions will bring heavier consequences,
and people will become unhappy.

RTH

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