coma

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at dawn.
the moon
and the stars are one.
lullabies on replay.
soft and grainy.
the clock is ticking.
time never changes.
frozen in place.
in place.
stuck repeating
the same routine.
better off this way.
cause you mess up.
nothing ever stays the same.
from death
to the first morning.
so,
here we are.
drifting into space.
allowing ourselves to breathe.
come again.
no more misery
and no more drain.
I just want
to be something more.
have one day without
my body aching.
corporal messages,
from my sleeping body.
telling me to wake up.
a self induced coma.
never coming back.
tired of myself.
sick of all the pain.
so I won't go back.
at least for another day.

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