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Morning Light


You cry your tears in solitude--

behind locked doors

in the dead of night. 

When your inner demons 

creep out from their corners 

in your brain.

 

It's just you and them--

battling to see who wins 

that reoccuring war,

and you,

sitting there,

fighting for your life,

wondering if you'll survive

and see the morning light.

 

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