wake up in the morning
thinking about how today
could be the day
when you arise
with sleep plastered eyes
and coffe-craving cells
can you fathom it?
that today is the day
you could die
can you take a moment
to realize
to process
that this
all this
is just temporary
and nothing is promised
so fuck man
make it count
be free, louise.
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