You scratch till you bleed,
Scabs and nail marks everywhere.
You satisfied yet?
These small temptations
Leave you up at odd hours,
asking dark questions.
Has he looked at you?
Have you seen something you like?
Excuses abound.
Your mom checks her phone.
Looks outside at the night sky,
Did she miss something?
For those 5 minutes...
That small reward for hard work.
For those 5 minutes.
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