Subsistence
Despite my protests, life ensues.
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Saturday, February 4, 2012
I have lost,
an hour of sleep,
for every,
promise I couldn't keep.
Wide awake,
my nerves are shot.
Can't let go,
the pain is all I've got.
Now I lie,
in this bed I've made,
with regrets,
I will take to my grave.
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