writing in its most primitive form
If you relive your entire life at the end then you don't really die. Nor is there an end.
I can't, and have never, let my guard down.
Tomorrow is too late.
Your eyelids are shut, but you are awake inside. You are compulsively blinking the shut eyelids. Sometimes I worry I may never fall asleep.
Yes, I do work hard. I work so hard, in fact, that if I worked half as much on your ass, you'd have had 10 anal babies by now.