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Other side. Category: Poems
in the mornings I can't wake up well. I'm never cheery, or smiley or happy. forget the past tense, but I guess I fell, It's not my fault my brain doesn't work properly.
I never want to face the sunlight. I never want to see my face. I don't want to have to put up a fight. I don't want this game anymore.
So I'll feast on all the things I've been told not to;In hopes tomorrow I won't have to see myself in the mirror Please don't worry about me, for I haven't you. One day I'll be on the other side of the ground, and you'll be okay with that.
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