Hid under the paper-thin sheets,
I meet with forewarnings, and little courage to cheat,
“This perturbation is unnecessarily piling up,”
Few more trials, then I’ll shove it
In deep-deep sleep,
“No, it can’t happen,
Not with me;”
There is an exit from the back-door,
That leads straight
To the driveway to misery,
To hell with this, I mutter,
I should escape to the known,
Rather than to be with this unknown injury,
Then I remember what they say –
Come on in, here you’ll be safe!
When you enter this Hotel Heartbreak;
I think I’ll stay.
What I’m left with to break, anyway?

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