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Feb 2014
And lately
Waking up has been the same thing
as pulling a sweet lull
from the beats of my heart.

It's been like stopping what struggled to start,
and saying things like
later, later
tomorrow, tomorrow.

My lungs don't buy these lies,
and even now

It's harder to breathe.
DontLoveMeImBroken
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DontLoveMeImBroken  WI
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