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good morning
my curtains struggle against the sun
as tomorrow becomes today
a moment of silence
before living
on an unknown day.
sometimes I toss n turn.
sometimes I sleep in.
sometimes I cry in frustration.
rarely do I decide to just,
get up.
Friday 27th May 2022 2:58 am
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