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When I venture eyes slightly glazed at that ****** light permeating my room like an unwanted guest knocking at my door at 8:00am in the shock treatment of my awakening. But still versing hymens of my woeful acknowledgement. Covering ones self like a concrete tomb. covering light with plasters of inconvenience, hiding the cuts of awakening. I will slumber, entombed beneath shallow blankets. Never arising to the wants of another day. Clinging to the beauty of darkness, I awaken to the reality of another day.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
Awoken To New Tomorrows
When I venture eyes slightly glazed at that ****** light permeating my room like an unwanted guest knocking at my door at 8:00am in the shock treatment of my awakening. But still versing hymens of my woeful acknowledgement. Covering ones self like a concrete tomb. covering light with plasters of inconvenience, hiding the cuts of awakening. I will slumber, entombed beneath shallow blankets. Never arising to the wants of another day. Clinging to the beauty of darkness, I awaken to the reality of another day.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
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