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Oct 2013
I read once that
people who can’t
sleep are either
in love or lonely.
And some nights
I can’t tell the
between the two.
Feelings only
become real
after 2 am,
While everyone
sleeps and I
lie awake
trying to hush
the swirl
of churning
thoughts and
memories that
still linger.
when the only
solace is sleep,
I find my peace
in the daylight,
the drinks, and
the medications
that make the
memories stop
showing inside my
skull and help
the darkness
drift In with ease.
Miranda Lopez
Written by
Miranda Lopez  Chicago, IL/Missoula, MT
(Chicago, IL/Missoula, MT)   
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