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At the end of the day, there is no sound A breath of fresh air, you can finally breathe A feeling of tranquility; rewound No mindless chatter, no man in a seethe Muscles tense then they slowly let it go When you finally sink down far enough A whisper of relief in your face blows “Finally” you say “I needn’t be tough” But that's when your mind decides to account For the missteps that has happened all day A web of overflow and all your fount Your eyes tug down; your anxieties prey Please please please please just let me go to sleep Please please please please just take me in deep
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 3:17 PM UTC
Sonnet 67
At the end of the day, there is no sound A breath of fresh air, you can finally breathe A feeling of tranquility; rewound No mindless chatter, no man in a seethe Muscles tense then they slowly let it go When you finally sink down far enough A whisper of relief in your face blows “Finally” you say “I needn’t be tough” But that's when your mind decides to account For the missteps that has happened all day A web of overflow and all your fount Your eyes tug down; your anxieties prey Please please please please just let me go to sleep Please please please please just take me in deep
i'm sorry i had no idea for the title but it's an elizabethan sonnet
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15/F/Somewhere
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 3:17 PM UTC
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