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I lay in bed,
waiting for time to pass,
for morning to come
It Doesnt.

I think of dreadful terrible
and forgotten thoughts.
Things I want to happen soon.
They Don't.

I get out of bed,
falling to the floor,
crawling to the nearest corner
of my room.
I wait.

Legs and arms weak
and tired,
I try as hard as I can
to stand up.
I can't.

Sorrow finally strikes me.
Hitting me hard as ever.
Tortouring me,
Till the sun rises.
I stand.

Shadows inside of me,
Swarming like maddness
as I look out the window.
Blinded by the light.

I see joy and excitement
Through every living thing.
Everything as bright as day.
I hate it.

Morning had finally come.
I sit back in my corner.
Listening to the silence.
A tears streaming down my cheek.
I cry.

As I sit in my corner crying
I think to myself "stop crying now".
As I stop i realize how much waiting,
has been done.Waiting for morning,waiting for time
Waiting,and waiting for the day to start fresh and new.
Waiting for myself,and for the world.
Waiting in sorrow and silence.

I pack my bag.
Heading to the door.
Telling my self not to wait anymore.
Having an urge inside me.
An urge to run.

I open the front door.
The door that leads to freedom.
The door that begins my life.
The door that will bring me happiness
I step outside.....
And run.

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