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With the eyes of Thursday shrouded within my past,
I walk away from time to time.
Thursday melts into Friday and a pale black eye later,
I see the world through different eyes.
Sleep deprevation and headaches cause cancer,
I doubted that this emotion would be mutal.
I had my gravestone, and my coffin all lined up,
and you rose me from this.
You showed me better,
by just opening up my eyes.

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