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Sunday Morning, Sunday Mourning

Posted on March 14, 2018 at 8:10 PM
Sunday morning creeps in like a fog. Blurry thoughts and feelings. Whispers of regret and words left unsaid. The sunrise through the curtain chases away my sleep. I close my eyes to keep the reality out. Alone in my own darkness, I won't have to face the truth. But will it be worse to find myself there in the blackness?

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