of escape
a tiny pill, a smiling face, a kind word,
a lie told sweetly
a song that speaks to your soul
something to look forward to
a tomorrow a tomorrow a tomorrow a tomorrow
the rush of not knowing
the warmth of knowing
the emptiness of in-between
everything is in-between
a glass full of happiness
a handful of release
a soft touch
a hand, a look
and regretregretregret
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