the hardships of waking up
From the black and into the gray old morning words allude me. So I shift from one side of the bed to the other as the darkness fades away...
Being alone isn't that hard
feeling alone is different
They say to us to find independence
but they don't have our memories
or our talent for remembrance
transendence
past this shit they call the mirror
but what we call resemblance
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