Cycling
I wake up every morning
full of hope, only to go to
sleep that night hopeless
and wishing I won’t wake
up the next day; the
endless cycle repeats.
Poetry Slam:
I wake up every morning
full of hope, only to go to
sleep that night hopeless
and wishing I won’t wake
up the next day; the
endless cycle repeats.
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