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Couldn’t
muster out of bed today,
Could I be unwell?
Could I be running to hide from things too hard to face?
Could it just be laziness, such a disgrace...?
Could it be I’m so tired, that I feel I can’t go on,
wandering and forlorn, so much to think upon?
Could it be mental health maybe, a seeping depression?
It's a mystery to me,
my unknown motives,
...my confession.
Prompt:
Confession.
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