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Apr 2022
Sleep? What even is that word.
When the night falls and silence is deafening,
All these thoughts and unsaid feelings echo
Thumping harder, echoing louder
Now you’re tossing around the sheets
Wondering what is next
Trying to hold on to the things that keep you sane
Yet we both know, they’re not enough to keep you together
sometime in april
Gela
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