The horizon splits the night in half,
A seam of light where darkness falls.
Eyes squint against the rising sun,
Hoping for another moment's pause.

Daybreak whispers secrets to the sky,
Promises of life, brief and bold.
Each morning wakes a dreamer lost,
To chase illusions until gold.

Sunrise is a liar’s craft,
Dazzling hues that blur the past.
The world emerges in its grip,
A mask too bright to ever last.

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"stop performing. start meaning it."
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