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Lying here in bed at 10:00. Hellish night of sleep. It’s been. My dreams were open, and they ripped me wide, and they threw me down the mountainside. But I forced myself up, and I write them all down.
Eat some breakfast in our thoughts around. Then I crawl back here for a morning’s news, and I find myself just picking the blues.
That’s strange to live in this modern game where Thursdays and Saturdays are kind of the same, and Sundays and Mondays and Fridays too. And I just keep on pushing through.
Heal my wounds, I pay the toll. I speak the truth. Well, I rise in the fall, and again I rise. I look in the mirror, and I look in my eyes. Just what’s it like to the old me in the middle this swirling sea?
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