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Jul 2017
Oh, what chapter shall I call this?
The mergdging of the days move in slow-mo as I glide through on autopilot, stuck in a haze.
Just a few hours of shut eye, then it's back to the every day demands of life.
To process these emotions, I haven't got the time.
It is what it is for now; somebody pray because I sent a few off on the wings of crows, but that was weeks ago and I don't think he heard me.
Not losing faith, just losing strength during this transition, fighting to stay aware of what's going on in all of the haze.
Not sure if I'm sleeping, feels like I'm dreaming because I haven't been feeling wide awake.
Apollo Hayden
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Apollo Hayden
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   Mishael Ward and Madeon
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