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Mar 2019
The streets you step on look awfully different
When they become your bed
The people you passed by covered in blankets look awfully different
When you're one of them
Especially when you're not comfortable enough to sleep
Had problems with sleep deprivation before
This is a heightened level
The laughs coming from faces feel different
When they're aimed in your direction
Like audible daggers in your ear canal
Pal
Already knew people weren't friendly
Just ***** when you're down and out
Searching for a way out
So far it's close but out of sight
Like I'm under a spell where
I've permanently lost my spectacles
Can't wait until I'm no longer down
IcarusHatesSun
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IcarusHatesSun  27/M/Phoenix Arizona
(27/M/Phoenix Arizona)   
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