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Jan 2022
I don't get nights sleep
I hear your words repeat
in my mind's reach
I need a break,
Please don't speak.

People like to preach
Assure their life is perfect
Have their hands on mine to dissect
Maybe I am nature's freak

Don't need your poke of stick
But a part of your speech
Found a place in my heart to creep
Makes it harder for me to breathe
Your sharp edge cut this deep

I need a break.
I am still awake.
Nylee
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Nylee  27/F/in a body and mind.
(27/F/in a body and mind.)   
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