From Here To The Morning

Brutality fueled honesty; raw thoughts

Spoken to the world… Whispered

Like unimportant secrets

That no one cares about hearing

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Close the journal.

Breathe in, breathe out

The love and pain. Take the meds and

Hope to dream of you again


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Alone, I hear myself say

— I need a break from the burden of being

Myself

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ML

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