Hope For The Best

When I wake up, I breathe in desperation.
I fell asleep in fear to the facts I have underlined.
I'm so over still having answers undefined.
I'm having trouble overcoming this sick sensation.
My windows are locked but the sun creeps through the blinds.
I still have not found the correct definitions.
My problems are distilled within last night's glass.
But it is evident that the sips failed to make these feelings pass.

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