Panic stricken
Self-inflicted wounds
Worry
Shivers
Up the spine
Hail storm
Heavy
Pitter-patter
On the window
Sill
Watching the clock
Alone
In my room
Coffee stains
Coat my lips
I press my
Hands against
The icy window
Just to feel
Something
'Hello'
I am alive
& You-
Well you
Are waking
Up
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