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The Day

25 Nov

Feels heavyIn this dark morning
There’s no happiness
Save for one small thing
At least what happened
The day before
Keeps me up and alive
As I try to ready myself
But it’s the same feeling
It’s more than just Monday
There’s a feeling of dread
And it affects me each day
I try to move on
Throw myself into work
Anticipating the end of the day
But it’s still hard
I go to bed dreaming
That this life is a dream
And I will wake back in a familiar place
But each morning it’s there again
Facing me with stark reality
I wonder if there will be an end
A time when I won’t wake each day
Feeling dread and longing
How I long for peace

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