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Aug 2017
Every day
Waking up in the same place
Same path
Same endless repetitions
A life I never wanted
Or dreamed of

But if I can hold on
Scrounge for meaning
Give myself a reason to drag my body to the end

I'll wake in the winter
Find the world's hard edges
Softened by a fresh blanket of snow

And live again
Written by
Sean Hendrik Singleton  24/M/Freiburg im Breisgau
(24/M/Freiburg im Breisgau)   
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