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It's far into night
I tried hard to sleep.
Thoughts sting me
That were buried deep.

I tried to turn over
Perhaps the other side is better
Panic sets in
Panic that I am panicking

I looked from my Window
Sky appears clear
Boundless as usual.
Irritated by my sleep's refusal

I looked at the mirror
Perceived how I looked alone.
Possibility of my sleep is gone
As clocks leads to dawn

It's far into night
I had tried hard to sleep.

— The End —