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Aug 2014
i
wake up
to red sheets of skin
blanketing
my rusty
eyes.
  losing motivation
sleep seduces my senses;
losing young life
to chemical highs
and dreams that falsely
make me feel
alive.

and sometimes

i
think;
why does everyday need
my participation again
if every night
i finish
in the same
dead end.

*a.r.h
Patience
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Patience
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