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147 · Jul 2020
Insomnia
Sleep is an escape
To pass up the painful past
To forget the frightful future
Yet, here I lay,
With darkness enveloping me,
With thoughts roaring in my ears like thunder
Small but an abundance, like rain
The ray of sunlight slowly erased the stars
And I awoke
Without an ounce of sleep.

— The End —