Life, The Day After

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Woke up in a storm and I was drowning,
suffocating
on my lungs that couldn’t scream,
grasping for truth,
gripping
the lies I was fed.

The sweetness comes with a bitter pill,
The sweetness
never comes

until you spit in the face of the man who made it rain in the first place.

Woke up in the storm
but you were awake.

There is life the day after the storm.

EJZ 02.06.2015

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