every day
still
i wake up doped on dreams
mascara smudged into the lines around my eyes
black hooded sweatshirt pulled up over my mothers haircut
squinting for any sight at all
chanting like a drunkard
coffee coffee coffee
moving towards the light
and the life
eager to learn how to live right
today
eager to do the next right thing
today
today today today
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