Day
One
"Maybe things will get
better."
Why does that seem like such a lie?
All the things I took as a certainty,
suddenly, the well has run dry.
I can't go on. I can't sleep, I
can't breathe, I can't think anymore.
Blind-sided by things
beyond my own control
In these cold November days,
I am left with nothing to hold
I can't go on. I can't sleep, I
can't breathe, I can't think anymore.
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