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Phone says 2
Brain says 1
Monday’s already won
Coffee’s doing CPR
On what’s left of my attention span
Missed a train
Lost my keys
Opened twelve new tabs I don’t need
Somehow I’m still standing here
Looking suspiciously alive
Everybody keeps saying
“Slow down
Like that’s a button I can press
Running on 2
Somehow still online
One more bad decision
And I’ll probably be fine
Running on 2
Blinking red tonight
But if chaos is a language
Damn
I speak it fluently
Got three plans
Four dreams
Five alarms I slept through
Half my life lives in screenshots
The other half is déjà vu
I should be overwhelmed
I should be falling apart
Instead I’m dancing in the kitchen
Like it’s modern art
Everybody wants balance
Everybody wants control
I’m just trying not to laugh
At the update notes for my soul
Running on 2
Somehow still online
One more bad decision
And I’ll probably be fine
Running on 2
Blinking red tonight
But if chaos is a language
Damn
I speak it fluently
Maybe resilience
Isn’t looking strong
Maybe it’s answering
“yeah, I’m good
While carrying six universes
At once
Maybe surviving
Looks a lot like dancing
Running on 2
Still lighting up the room
Still collecting stories
Still making impossible plans
Running on 2
And honestly?
That’s enough
Because somehow
Every version of disaster
Keeps turning into a life
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