Each morning I rise; a few pleasant moments of belief that life is what it should be.
Wipe sleep from dry eyes, focus my thoughts that come flowing back to remind me of a new day in hell. To dream of something more; to hope for what life was like before.
Before the needing, the wanting, the pretending. My life before life actually began.
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