Every morning he gifts me tears,
Every morning he tears me open,
Every morning he makes me sad,
Every morning he makes me mad,
Every morning he finds a new place to hurt,
Every morning another part of me is forsaken,
Every morning he makes me want to turn back time,
Every morning he makes me wish I was wise,
Every morning I think of him,
Every morning I replay his last moments,
Every morning I wake up bruised,
Every morning there is a new wound,
Every morning I shy away from the world,
Every morning I lose faith in every soul,
Every morning I pray for the day to end,
Every morning I still remain the same.
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