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I can get through the day
but I can't through the intense night
I climb out of bed
stand, alone

not knowing where to go

If sleep comes, it comes late
after a lot of twists and turns
morning passes
but the heart has no inclination

to wake up to the morning rays

when eyes open they look around
wonder what they'd do now
reluctantly one gets up
again the harsh reality of the day light hits

and I stand there, alone

What is killing me I know not
but something is
of that I am sure

I wake up past the rays of morn
and night sees me late
till its almost dawn

life posses a question
compels you to think

and thought
fills the hours
fills the moments