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Jan 2019
I woke up late
And try to wake
the happy state
of my inner sane
But, as I move along the way
I felt that there is no other play
that I can raise
the happy state
because as I intake the meds
and remove the shelf of craze
I can see myself
lost in space.

That the happy state
was no longer my pace.

I already taste
the bitterness phase
of you leaving my maze
I feel vague. Lost. Incomplete
M
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