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Jan 2015
it's 6 am
i haven't gone to bed
i'm stuck in this thought of you
that i wish i didn't have.

it's 6 am
i'm on my roof gazing off
into the sunrise.
i can't compare you to the
sun anymore because the sun
gives me hope that everything
will be alright.

it's 6:30 am
you are no longer my sun
you are no longer what i hope
for in life
you are no longer in my thoughts.
diana
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