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I sleep through the morning;

my body’s alarm

is malfunctioning~

it doesn’t respond to daylight.



In my dreams,

I’m falling in slow motion,

head first into delusion

and nobody will catch me.



My broken heart is already

at the bottom and

I’m just reaching out for

something that’s been lost.



I keep falling—falling apart

trying to fix the damage

but I can’t help

breaking at the seams.



When my eyes finally open,

all is as it should be;

everything is moving

in its usual flow.



I’m still breathing

although it’s labored.

The sun is high in the sky

even if I don’t felt it.



Today is a new day,

brimming with hope,

whether or not,

I believe in it.