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Same as Yesterday
Each day Is the same for me, I wake and try to shake the dreams of you from my head.
Shards of blue - white intensity pierce my borrowed bloodshot eyes
A spectrum of thoughts flood my mind as I try and make any sense of this.
I always end the day the same
Feeling this was the plan the entire time..... It's a horrible feeling to realize that I am disposable.
Published 23rd Feb 2019
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