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Another day wasted.
Another day gone.
Another day’s passed and I still haven’t moved on.
I wake up with dread,
the burden of living.
My fear of the day that I’ll be missing,
my only motivation to crawl out of bed.
Today I gave in to my deepest desire.
When I awoke to the rain dripping down my window,
I retreated deeper into the sheets, deciding,
from the world, today, I would retire.
I blurred my vision,
I slept in all day.
I ignored the message from my roommate
who was only worried about my condition.
If only
I had given
into my demise.
If only
last night
in my sleep
I had died.
Frantic
she’d be
when I’d never venture out of my room.
Peacefully
I’d lie,
finally ridden of my gloom.
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Skylar Whitney
Introvert at heart. Lover of journaling, free-verse poetry, and poutine.
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