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bathe me in the saddest of news,
for misery loves company.
my dignity sits besides me,
and contemplates on my actions,
thoughts, and feelings;
the ones to be enacted on,
or the ones that already have been.
i sleep the unsatisfying sleep,
the kind with dreams that haunt on and on.
the mornings are filled with stoicism--
or a regimented schedule--
and then late at night,
i am surrounded by the sobriety
of the teenage minds, of friends
whom i seem to be growing distant from.