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Nov 2017
i wake up
and i'm not so sad
maybe
leaving the house
isn't as bad as i've
made it out
to be
it still hurts
the sun
the stares
the voices in my head
mingling with the ones
outside
it gets bad eventually
always
but in the morning
i can breath
the jar is open
the air is fresh
how do i keep it up?
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