Constrictions

My rules aren’t new
Or old
They barely qualify as rules
Just things I like to pretend to live by
Adhered to when the sun is shining
Forgotten once twilight scares onlookers inside
I have no convictions
other than constant constriction
from memories that remind me not to fall
Or else
Be caught in the trappings
Of a combination including time, anxiety
And you

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