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Three.









Waking up,

It's hard to get out of bed.

Walking,

Working.

I move through the motions.

But it all feels pointless.

Food lost its appeal,

Yet I know I need to eat.

I want to lay in bed,

Drown myself in sleep.

But I can't.

It takes everything in me not to cry out.

Everything I have pushes me through the motions.

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