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i wake up with a shout, my hair a mess

bloodshot eyes stare at a face i couldn't care less

i switch off the tv as a show is about to begin

guess i'm all alone in this black hole again


i toss my blanket aside and get dressed and walk

not noticing blue eyes staring at me like a hawk

the creature stands tall and still as i hold my breath

with a shadow of a man who had nothing left.

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