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Oct 2016
You wake up to a painful alarm.
Feet hitting the floor you start your day.
With no feeling you shower and dress.
No breakfast needed.
The drive to work slow but rushed.
Work starts with a shouting boss.
More more more more.
Work drags on.
Lunch.
Tears welling up.
Work starts again.
Numbness and empty paper work.
The days end.  
The drive home slower not rushed.  
Home finally.  
Sleep bed darkness.  
Blank dreams filled with screams.
You wake up to a painful alarm.
Cameron is real
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Cameron is real
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     Lior Gavra, Silverflame and Doug Potter
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