I find myself hiding from them, all the way across the room, across my mind. I know I need to get things done. I jump over the clothes that hang off my bed, splayed out, face down for a nap instead. I read and occupy my mind, anything to stay behind.
When did this procrastination insert itself so far into my being?
I'd rather not think. I'd rather not know.
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