real time.
feel like.
i need distance.
been so inside the grind.
the love.
the give.
the palms up.
feel like.
no poetry.
feel like.
i've neglected my boundaries.
feel like.
i've been opening my door to the wrong people.
damnit.
i hate that feeling.
when palms are covered with fists.
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