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May 2017
My eyes feel of those who just wept,
But I've just only woken up.
I remove my covers and toss them back on the bed,
No bother in making them neat.
I head toward my door,
Ignoring the light switch,
And begin downstairs.
There I meet them,
Face to face,
Loneliness.
Emmennarr
Written by
Emmennarr  20/M/California
(20/M/California)   
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   Ryan Holden
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