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Sep 2018
Tossing and turning through another sleepless night.
Haunting voices stringing themselves to images;
Memories.
No.
They’re taunting me with nonsense.
It’s not real.
But they’re awake; and so am I.

-  Just let me sleep
Written by
Pluto
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   MicMag
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