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Mar 2022
I exist in the midst of
the ruins of myself, and
the stranger I have become

The day greets me with its
aching loneliness forcing me
to suffer through its brutal hours

Even in my dreams,
I am still being crushedΒ Β 
by the heaviness of the night

And I do not know
if I can bear to see
another burning sunset
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