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Watching it burn.

I've been awake for over two hour's now.
I awoke with a slight headache for we drank wine last night and the talking got deep.
It's still inside me, the comedown from the week before.

It's taken me a while to understand it and to deal with it.
It was heavier then before, maybe by mistake for it was a shorter period of time.
My clothe's are still sitting in the washing machine, asking to be hung out and dried but I don't care.
I've sat here drinking coffee after coffee and chain smoking, not letting my mind rest from the question's pouring in and out.

My constant speed has come to an abrupt halt, I've slowed everything down and enjoyed the dark lonely sky beating down above me.
In dark place's it grow's, slowly consuming the powerless mind for the serotonin is gone.
This week has been hard for the bitter taste still stung my throat three day's later.

Now while I consider breakfast, I'm gaining the hope back.
I've read over everything I've ever written this year, the hardship's I've fallen into and the battle's I've won over my mind.
It's a bitter cycle that will always preside over my mind but I know thanks to those few I will regain the speed pushing me along the river.
My two have shown nothing but love and have kept promises of joy and laughter and it's only when I reexamine the detail's of those night's I smile.

It's been hard but I'm getting there.
I'll get up now, unload the machine and hang my clothes up, actually eat something and shower, for today won't be like yesterday.

"keep that speed and keep that head held high, for it's all we have sometime's", she only speaks the truth.

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