There is a beauty in my failures that I can not see as I am to lay in this bed I’ve made. The impeccably soft cotton sheets are cool to the touch as I pull them back exposing the silvery lining that offers me no happiness. I slide in between the memory of a warm body and the hope of a new one yet when I awake from this dream, my eyes will be blinded by the emptiness before me. The pillows that will fall to the ground in this restless slumber are the reminders of what could have been.
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