Panic stricken 
Self-inflicted wounds
Worry
Shivers 
Up the spine
Hail storm
Heavy
Pitter-patter
On the window
Sill
Watching the clock
Alone
In my room
Coffee stains
Coat my lips 
I press my 
Hands against 
The icy window 
Just to feel 
Something 
'Hello' 
I am alive 
& You-
Well you
Are waking 
Up                
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