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Oct 2021
Every day, I wake up
and im reminded of the mistakes I've made.
Every day, I wake up
lying in the mess I've made.
Every day, I wake up, and I pray for some relief. But at the end of the day,
the only thing I'm gifted with is more grief.
I want to get better,
but I need to get out of my head.
Even if it's just one night,
can I sleep in your bed?
Written by
Zack Ripley  31/M/14487
(31/M/14487)   
397
     ---, Johnnyqu33r and Jason James
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