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Where do you wake up?

I wake up to the end of night  
Edges of sun crack through the drapes  
An eclipse incinerates dreams  
Reality shrouds me in blazing light  
This hell continues on
Written by thoughtsdie
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Author's Note
When the sun cracks through the drapes it resembles the effect of an eclipse. It is the light of hell I wake up too, the burning reality.
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