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Aug 2017
The dawn starts to reign.
And here she was, emplaced in vain.
She asked, "How can you sleep,
Without thinking of the cut that's so deep?"

Every single night,
Memories grip her neck so tight.
And here comes her mind,
Starting to whisper some things that aren't kind.

Tired eyes are still arguing,
With Mr. Brain who wants to keep going
In bringing up the past
On this little girl who wanted to sleep fast.

"Oh, my precious Mr. Sleepy,
When will you come unto me?
Embrace me in your loving arms,
And keep away the darkness that swarms."
This is me every single night.
Den
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Den  14/F/Manila, Ph
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