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I am truly grateful to Mr Larry for helping me to improve my writing.

Another day rises,
I'm afraid of waking up
Without a plan or novelty as always.
It's a bright morning
But, for bright people.

Though, for me...
The sunrise seems like
A smoke bomb.
It only...
Cuts my heart,
Destroys my soul,
Ruins my thought,
And ends up in a pool of tears.

I feel like a combat inside
Between two unfamiliar souls.
I keep wondering!
Which soul is mine?
Who I am?
What I would like to do?
But guess what?
No answer is found.
No how's, what's, and who's.
Just submitting to another similar morning.
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