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One Side of the Bed

An alarm sounds, Suddenly, You're not quite alright, Suddenly, Everything is wrong. But, you just fall back down inside your covers, Pull them tighter, drown yourself under their lavender scent. You've never been more cold. Now, you'll only move for the promise to shake, freeze, or feel. Now, you'd welcome an icy bath to wake up what is real.  Apparently, you set everything from yesterday aside to watch the sun rise, Or could it be that you forgot to take your meds today, Again? Either way, to care would scare you. Later, you'll watch as the pills slip through the cracks in your floor, And think to yourself... what's there to bother searching for? The one you love(d) can't even shatter your glassy eyes. Sharp, you can stand still in the shards of their voice, Shaking to ask...Is something the matter? You are fine. You're honestly fine. Because nothing could ever matter. Maybe tomorrow.
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kirsten-martin
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Mar 20, 2011
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