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There was no hope for us, and he didn’t even have to open his mouth to tell me that he agreed. So out of– what felt like– obligation, I started crying.
Awake: A Poem form Legacy: After Porridge
Awake The day is only beginning Yet I already feel Drained and exhausted-- Worn out before the morning, By thoughts that came to me in the night. I'm wide awake Tossing and turning to the tempo of mistakes And mishaps That happened in the day.
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