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Curled on my bed I feel cold and numb For hours I just lay here Silent In reverie Waiting Waiting for something I don't know Or perhaps I'm lying Even to myself Why I am sad Why my eyes are puffy But I can't accept this truth My ego is crushed Along with my heart The moon is looking down on me Through a gap on a window Bathing me with it's forlorn light Empty and alone I curled once more Waiting Waiting for day break.
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
Waiting
Curled on my bed I feel cold and numb For hours I just lay here Silent In reverie Waiting Waiting for something I don't know Or perhaps I'm lying Even to myself Why I am sad Why my eyes are puffy But I can't accept this truth My ego is crushed Along with my heart The moon is looking down on me Through a gap on a window Bathing me with it's forlorn light Empty and alone I curled once more Waiting Waiting for day break.
Bad days are the hardest ones for me.
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
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