Glass slippers
And the right to say, “no”
I didn’t ask what you wanted
I just asked to let go
In the weight of the friction
The motion is void
I’d have turned down the music
But I’m lost in the noise
Did you feel it?
The static that clings
To your bones
It’s a bit too dramatic
Like a scream through the phone
They say it’ll kill you
The passion
The fun
But with the clock striking midnight
All that’s left
Is to run
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