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Jan 2020
I find it strange
This eerie feeling
It is too quiet to move
The demons might wake up
And then I would too

It find it strange
I dyed my hair blue
But when I turned the lights out
Nothing has changed
I still feel blue

I find it strange
This morepork no longer calls
It used to call for hours
Maybe it died
Or left for other views

I find it strange
Did you see the moon and the stars?
This night feels off
This bed does not feel right
The covers feel too close

I find it strange
Nothing has changed
But everything feels wrong
I think I will just write
Till the sweet dreams come
morepork is a type of owl in New Zealand and some other places idk??
Also yea sleep been hard af recently, anyone got any ideas??
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