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Nov 2017
its that awful feeling of waking up
blindfold off and lights that shine too bright
memories come in a flash
sickness comes in waves
closed eyes, counting breaths
bad tasting breaths
truth screams shrill and harsh
face scrunched in confusion
hands in fists fighting for memory
too awake but longing for sleep
emotions dulled, colors bright
remembering the beautiful day
longing for a memoryless night
Emma
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Emma
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