And come morning, I am disappeared

And on the worst days, when it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons,
I sleep with my passport, one eye on the backdoor, so I can always run
I could get up, shower and in half an hour I’d be gone
And come morning, I am disappeared, just an imprint on the bed sheets.

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