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My day
Every morning I wake incomplete and half full,
In the mid day hours I ask you to push, but instead you pull.
Every day I feel like I am wasting time I can never get back.
But every time I try to get up I fall on my back.
Every night i bite my lips and save the words for a real friend,
And then I let my body fall asleep so I can wake up and do it all over again.
I quite like the type of poem the person is writing here, but it's quite sad.