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-------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual
Woke up this morning with an ache in my head,
open the cupboard for my favorite cup, found the chipped one instead.
Put on the television, searching for my favorite shows,
the numbers change but all I see is news.
The writing is on the walls with nobody there to read it,
I'm already on my way out.
Outside it's too warm without a sun to be seen,
only a canopy of clouds and I'm wondering at when all of this began.
At night the sting subsides long enough to enforce the notion that the next day might contain less searching.
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