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Jan 2014
I am awake
my mind feels like
a rising sun
It's almost ten
but this isn't fun

pour a coffee
stirred with ice; black
my demons linger
but don't attack

I smoke my first cigarette
I know I ain't seen nothing yet

crawl into my mother's bed
I shiver and wonder

where the hell is my head?
Tuesday January 7th
Serena M
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Serena M  F/Canada
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