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May 2018
The cries can be heard through the walls
Loud and piercing
I can hear through the floor
The groans and swearing
The uttering of death

I have to close my eyes
Tight enough to block out the light
I can't go there
I know we'll fight
I grab a pillow
And cover my head
I beg and pray
To be left alone instead

I want to sleep
I need to sleep
Please let me sleep
Please let me be
Let me see my dreams
I need to sleep
Cheyanne Hopkins
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