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Sep 2023
12:07 A.M.
~It's a new day
...
~What's that brought us?
...
~No answer?
...
~Fine.

I sleep on the floor
in a wreck of
my own filth;
self-loathing and
fearful of the way
the sun rises
over the horizon,
even
on days like today.
Written by
Charlie Harman  23/M/Iowa USA
(23/M/Iowa USA)   
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