I couldn't explain it to them in a way they would understand. I couldn't explain why I was clenching my fists and muttering under my breath.
And every time someone tells me I look tired, I'm secretly annoyed and pleased. I'm pleased because it reminds me of you, and how you work so hard. How you sacrifice sleep for your dreams.
And every time I think I have it, it slips through my fingers again. Maybe this time I'll remember not to use a garbage can to catch those words with. Maybe this time I'll let those words pile up on a paper instead of a landfill.
"How you sacrifice sleep for your dreams." Obsessed with this.
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