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The clock ticks are getting louder Silence disturbs me more than anything Almost six and I only think about her And that lullaby only she could sing How can I sleep on these wet pillows? Memories were supposed to heal the aches The never ending fire from your innocent bellows PAIN is the only term for the sound it makes
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
Insomnia
The clock ticks are getting louder Silence disturbs me more than anything Almost six and I only think about her And that lullaby only she could sing How can I sleep on these wet pillows? Memories were supposed to heal the aches The never ending fire from your innocent bellows PAIN is the only term for the sound it makes
Pain will leave you once it has finished teachings its lesson
#insomnia#pain#tears
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
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