Forty-One - Lyra

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I cried

the entire time he 

pushed himself

in and

out

of me

and afterwards,

he left me...

           Much like she left me...

I thought bitterly as

I left myself fall

asleep.

It was a sour morning,

the kind where

no amount of creamer will

make your coffee taste

sweet

and the sunlight hurts your

eyes

no matter how many

pills you decide to

pop.

"This day is gonna be

shit," I said aloud as

I poured a splash of

vodka into my 

coffee.

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