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I wake up

I can not tell if it is day or night

Or today or the next day

Or the day after because all days have run into one

When you are not there, like my morning cup of tea

So many people call

I want to talk to everyone

About how I only wanted to talk to you

And yet I don’t think they would comprehend

How each hour I am awake

Is spent wondering

What the hell I am doing

I am digging and digging and digging myself down

To a place where I will find myself all alone

I told myself it would be safer down there

Away from it all

Now that I am looking around

The scene is not what I expected it to be

It is not quite

What I imagined