This is a weak day,
a don't wanna speak day...
the wounded mind
with splintered thought,
a broken mirror
of a sort,
attacks the moments
so distraught,
then causes crisis
of a kind.
She prays for night,
for sleep, and peace,
wnen time drugged pain
and torments cease.
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