waking up dead to the people you left,
the objects you kept,
to the emotions I felt.
I couldn't see a better despair than the one I was buried with,
a coffin in which I went about my day,
I could hear your voice telling me what to say.
waking up dead was fun in it's own way,
I'd go about my day swimming in pain.
I refrained from living cause only the living could have hope.
Those emotions you left me, I stuffed them in those objects and gave them to those people so I could truly really without an item to me, wake up dead.
©sora-sama
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