Wake to limbs half numb, another nights sleep gone wrong
but I shake shake shake the dreams away, and I turn my face towards the new day.
stumbling, tumbling I make my way, passionately surviving on the ghost of come what may.
pouring stories from lips and memories from pen, losing touch with what could have been.
Steady as she goes, lighting fire with spite, waging war on forever though I can't be bothered to fight.
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