Paralyzed

every day
I get up,
have coffee,
shower
and
prepare
for
the
day
but
some days
I cannot
make
it
past
the door
the tears flow
the breath stops
and
I
cant
there
are
so
many
things
I
want
to
do
with
you
so
many
things
I
can’t
now

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