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I Could Go to Sleep

I could go to sleep.

Maybe wake up in the morning, and move out to a nicer place. I could trade every last dollar for a week in a apartment on the forty-second floor. A few days is all I need.

I could wake up in the morning, and quit my job. I could tell my boss to fuck off, and run down the street, throwing my applications at every business I see. I’ll probably get no calls, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try.

Or I could wake up in the morning, and take my heart from you. I could delete you from my memory as I sit in the bar for hours and hours, nodding at every girl that passes by. Maybe if I see one just as pretty as you, I could walk up to them and say hello.

But the truth is I’ll stay awake, I’ll do another line as the sun peaks through my window. I’ll move back home, never even seeing the light of that apartment on the forty-second floor. I’ll quit my job, but I wont flip off my boss, I wont apply anywhere and I’ll lock myself up.

And I’ll keep you in my mind as I fall asleep every night.

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