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I used to wake up
Not knowing where I was
The blur between days
Days to weeks
Weeks to months
Still here, but not really
Just a shadow of myself
No need to cry when you’re smiling
No need to ask for help
Disappearing in plain sight
Nobody had a clue
The blur between days
The only time
I don’t miss you
About the Creator
Gail Fredricks
just someone learning, unlearning, and laughing through the chaos.
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