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Nov 2012
head up, cold soul
the emptiness shall fill you
ignoring; loathing
p   u   s   h   i   n   g
the problem                                          away

bones pained
the light of day creeps through the open blinds
no sleep
no sleep
no sleep

thoughts are racing, going in circle
settle down, buddy boy
the voices in your head
deafeningly loud
please! sleep once more
sleep foreve
kaity dawn
Written by
kaity dawn  Bawston
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