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Every morning I wake,
To feel a sense of discomfort.
A smile and a frown,
Laughter and a tear.

Im in a mess,
Mess from the past.
Nothing more nothing less,
I just don’t want it to last.
Someones waiting for me,
And all I did was stand still.
For I don’t want him to see,
The breaking of my will.

Still every morning I wake,
With a sense of discomfort.
A smile and a frown,
Laughter and a tear.





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