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Sunday Morning 5:43 A.M.
My dream hangs over in the morning sunrise
As the putrid humidity stains my skin
My skin crawls amidst the quietness of my room
Not even the city below me has awoken
What time is it......
In the solitude of my lonliness
The discontent with my life
Swells and festers with my procrastination
Depression now for so long has now become so...
Trivial
Too big of a heart and too great a synical perception
I care and sometimes I dont care
(go back to sleep............... be better tomorrow)
