Who cradles me to sleep now?
Who holds me and gently rocks me, as my anxiety consumes me?
Is it the distant stars?
Is it the friendly moon?
Or maybe the demon that follows me around and lurks in the shadows?
All I know, is that their grip is empty.
The way they hold me feels as if I'm in a glass shell...
Empty, fragile, and exposed.
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