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Jul 2015
it's the morning but not really
and I hear a clock/watch/bomb ticking
but sometimes I stop hearing it
and it makes me wonder if I'm crazy but not really
and my eyelids burn like I've been putting salt in my mascara
and my head feels like there's 43 acres of cotton inside
but not really
and my eyebrows are so heavy
and I'm so cold
and my eyelashes sting so I know I'm alive
but not really
this poem was written under the influence of a bottle of aspirin and 101 proof Kentucky whiskey
Aurora
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Aurora  18/F
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