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I sat criss-cross applesauce on my window sill like an innocent child The cool air blew against allowing the sun to tenderly caress my cheeks one last time
Laying like a corpse,  Dawn of a new day, Familiar sinking feeling, Feeling full of dread.   Struggling to get up, Herculean in effort, The emptyiness is familiar, Head for the shower.
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