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Mar 2018
The curtains are drawn.
I wouldn’t want anyone to see me sleeping past one for the fourth time his week.
The sun peaks through the broken half of the blinds.
A sliver of light shines across my face,
as I shield my head with a comforter.

My body is heavy and my heart’s the same.
Ryan M Hall
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Ryan M Hall  23/M/Davis, CA
(23/M/Davis, CA)   
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