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I wake up,
Everyday,
And think back,
To the night,

Night of dark,
Night of sleep,
Night of thought,
Of tossing and turning,

Turning, soul is burning,
Like the sun,
Rising over the gray horizon,
Turning back the covers,

Covers up my heart,
Warm feet on cold floor,
And delirious shuffling,
Across floors of hatred,

Hatred of being woken,
By the thoughts that came to mind,
And pouring thoughts to eat,
Into glass bowls,

Bowls and cups,
Spill onto the ground,
And shatter,
Like my feelings,

Feelings of sadness,
And happiness, too,
And dissapointment,
Like glass shards,

Shards of my thoughts.

 
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