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i don't need coffee as much to wake me up before work
but i need a cup to wake me when i get home
all pooped from trying to be all that could be done
to save a flawed reality from crumbling in my hands
because like a house of cards
if it falls on your turn to touch
it is judged as your fault
instead of blaming the precarious reality that you were forced to meddle in
like transporting aged nitroglycerin through a china shop in an earthquake
i wish i could stay in bed and live in nightmares
because they at least end or change like channels
instead of this continuity of doom called living