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Jan 2017
I tare open my eyes
every morning, broken away from haunting adventures.
Aware of society thriving around me,
conscious beings emanating their skills,
simply living.

But here I lay,
awake, but not fully feeling so.
Watching the world continue around me,
while I linger, engulfed in a thought.
That I am simply not awake.
somberbitch
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somberbitch  25/F/Michigan
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