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In the early hours of tranquil mornings, I see everything clearly, It's like someone has removed the lense I normally see things through, The cool air seems to understand the importance of its duty to wash over the dimly lit skies, Like tides, Gentle and patient, Unlike me, My patience run out like blood gushing out of an open wound, then dripping lazily as I watch, with crippling helplessness. I suture it with feeble threads of lies, I am saturated with okays. An hour, A day, A month passes by, This impatience, This eagerness, This hunger for something more doesn't subside at all, It only sublimes into frustration. An emotion suppressed always turns into a negative feeling, It becomes stagnant like still waters, Love suppressed becomes obsession, Anger suppressed becomes rage, Fear suppressed becomes terror, Sadness suppressed morphes into dread. I carry these sorrows within me like organs vital to my existence. Wrapped inside my bones, streaming i...