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80 Tears 

Cloudy thoughts, a flash of a memory. 

Feeling this consuming weight, blanketed over. 

I walk to the window and draw the curtain. 

It is in these moments of confusion we find

a glimpse of something, 

That slips away. 

We wake up drained 

and unsettled. 

Trying to grasp a point,

with no answers.   

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