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It's morning. 

 

The peace I had is suddenly gone.

 

Creeping into my head is the anxiety and sorrow I always have.

 

Why couldn't I have slept longer?

 

Why do I have to wake up?

 

The day is too long,

 

The minutes feel like hours

 

The hours feel like days 

 

The days feel like weeks.

 

I can't stop this feeling. 

 

Feeling of grief- w...

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