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Feb 2018
Every morning a huge "so what" hits me dead
I also tried waking up from the other side of the bed
But it was no use, since its all in my head.

Every night i sleep like there is no tomorrow
Tired, full and empty from any sorrow
Its me alone drowning in silence
A little peace is all im asking to borrow
I hate mornings, they are a zipped version of the whole night and nightmares
Nazanin
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Nazanin  25/F/Iran
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