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Ordinarily Broken

Feeling so ordinarily wide awake at 3 am.
Staring at the ceiling, waiting for things to fade.
When it seems to be the only thing that i could do,
As all my uncertainties become surrender.

 My world falls apart, and i'm left crawling.
But this is not something i can talk about.
While it all seemed so simple and dull, 
It was never easy staying here somehow. 

 The same signs at each turn of every road,
Like a silly game of catching the same lie. 
And when the night pulls over its blanket, 
I scream mad at the hollow of my life.

 I know i need to tell you what this is about, 
Why the stir in my faceted demeanor, 
Especially when i laughed at my own joke, 
But maybe you don't really need to know. 

 I tend to my own wounds marked for nothing, 
Ordinarily caught up in a moment of sorrow.
And i close the windows to never let you see, 
A face that was both broken and defeated by fate. 
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2016-09-20 
@sg
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