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Apr 20
I weary of my self-reflection
in the peaking light of morn.

As the tired strains of pale rays
filter through dilapidated shutters,
creating patterns on my form
highlighting a tentative resolve.

The blankets tossed about
proclaim a rest less than desirable.

Soon I’ll slip out of bed
shoulders drooping in defeat
as I battle what I fear the most
what to wear.

Hashtag #insecurities.
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