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5am
Open eyes, mind is racing.
Never meant, never said
Don’t like what you see.
A gripping hand, a tightened mouth
Armor’s getting heavier.
A gripping hand, a tightened mouth
Newspaper said…
8pm
Riding home, mind is racing.
Always hurt, unfulfilled
Don’t like how you feel.
A gripping hand, a tightened mouth
Newspaper said: “The dream is…”
Neglected thoughts
A tired frame.
Search for something that has meaning.
My dream is…
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