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Jun 2014
It's hours after I should have been asleep.
It's hours before I should have been awake.
I know I speak of pain.
I know I speak of hurt.
But, god, I wish it to change.
This is not life.
This is not me.
I forget the hours of bliss.
Focus on the seconds of misery.
Please remember that this is only fleeting.
Please remember that you will smile.
Please remember that this will one day be
A memory.
Mtdnck
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