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Feb 2021
Your whispers keep me awake.
I want to sleep.
I need to sleep.
You're soft, but all this is fake.
Soon it will come.
It has to come.
You're putting my life at stake.
Exhaustion kills.
This pillow kills.
Your lies won't give me a break.
My arm, so red.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Maciej Cacha
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Maciej Cacha  19/M
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