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Mar 2018
i cannot sleep
the seasons change
and with it, my feelings
my feet are cold
literally and figuratively
my blankets are warm
but not warm enough
to drag me
into deep
slumber
i wait for
sleep to overcome me
it does not come
sick and tired of unreciprocated feelings
lib
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lib  22/F
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